A brilliant wind at once enraptured me,
So freely did it turn round and fared way,
Breathes again was I now wandering there,
At the heart of the abandoned oak but tall,
Encircling round as I observe a splendour,
Through storm and sun, mighty is ye defying,
Nor fleeing and thus stationary whilst I try;
For I am not, and so I envy – easy not to hide,
Shall step a few yards and back whilst I turn,
Sees a mighty oak yet again, a cloud ye crowned,
But I shall read a story to myself as a lesson:
What nature dares, so shall I venture there.
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