"It is only a little planet
But how beautiful it is.
Water that owns the north and west and south
And is all colors and never is all quiet,
And the fogs are its breath. . .
All the free companies of windy grasses. . .
pure naked rock. . .
. . . A lonely clearing
a little field of corn by the streamside;
a roof under spared trees.
Love that, not man apart from that."
(Robinson Jeffers)
