Always dear to me was this solitary hill
\nand this hedge, which, from so many parts
\nof the last horizon, the sight excludes.
\nBut sitting and aming endless
\nspaces beyond it, and superhuman
\nsilences, and the deepest quiet,
\nI fake myself in my thoughts; where almost
\nmy heart scares. As the wind
\nI hear rustling through these trees, I, that
\ninfinite silence, to this voice
\nkeep comparing: and I feel the eternal,
\nthe dead seasons, the present,
\nand living one, and the sound of her. So in this
\nimmensity drown my own thoughts:
\nand sinking in this sea is sweet to me.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Always dear to me was this solitary hill and this hedge, which, from so many parts of the last horizon, the sight excludes. But sitting and aming endless spaces beyond it, and superhuman silences, and …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"yoast_head":"\n