| Always dear to me was this solitary hill |
⌊⏳♾️⌋🧍^⌊🥰🥰⌋👇⌊⛰👶⌋🏜, |
| and this brush, which many sides |
➕👇🌳,➰ |
| of the distant horizon hides from view. |
🗝🌅🔭. |
| But sitting and marvelling, interminable |
☝️🧍^🧎➕^🔮,➕^📽🌌 |
| space there beyond, and superhuman |
♾️🪂🌳,➕🔕 |
| silence, and piercing stillness |
🪐,➕🐚🔆; |
| do my mind envisage, until my heart |
👉〰️ |
| can endure no more. And as the wind |
❤️^😱.🔜🧍 |
| I hear rustling through the foliage, the |
🎧🌬^⌊🍃🎶⌋🙌⌊🌿🌿⌋,🧍 |
| infinite silence to that voice |
⚖️🔕♾️👉⌊🔔🌬⌋: |
| do I compare: I remember eternity, |
🧍^⌊💭🌟⌋⌊⏳♾️⌋ |
| and the seasons gone, and the one present |
➕⌊🌗🌗⌋⌊🍂🍂⌋,➕🌗📆 |
| and alive, and its sound. And in that |
➕🍃,➕🎶.🔜🙌🌌 |
| immensity do my thoughts plunge: |
💭^⌊🌊🌪⌋: |
| and drowning is to me sweet in that sea. |
🧍^🥰^⌊🙆♂️🌪⌋👇🌊. |
