Outspeed the sun around the orbèd world;
  And as thy chariot cleaves the kindling air,
  Thou breathe into the many-folded shell,
  Loosening its mighty music; it shall be
  As thunder mingled with clear echoes; then
  Return; and thou shalt dwell beside our cave.

  And thou, O Mother Earth!--

THE EARTH
  I hear, I feel;
  Thy lips are on me, and thy touch runs down
  Even to the adamantine central gloom
  Along these marble nerves; 't is life, 't is joy,
  And, through my withered, old, and icy frame
  The warmth of an immortal youth shoots down
  Circling. Henceforth the many children fair
  Folded in my sustaining arms; all plants,
  And creeping forms, and insects rainbow-winged,
  And birds, and beasts, and fish, and human shapes,
  Which drew disease and pain from my wan bosom,
  Draining the poison of despair, shall take
  And interchange sweet nutriment; to me
  Shall they become like sister-antelopes
  By one fair dam, snow-white, and swift as wind,
  Nursed among lilies near a brimming stream.