SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me! Hour prophetic–hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat–you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing. Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully praising things; Corroborating forever the triumph of things. Illustrious every one! Illustrious what we name space–sphere of unnumber’d spirits; 10 Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even the tiniest insect; Illustrious the attribute of speech–the sense… citeste mai mult