See far, very far, there above the last Red!
There over the Forest, the blackish Walls. One
Water still gleams white. Silence lives there,
Keeping-Secret and Cooling long.
And you, you live where? Is the Earth not
enough for you, the Unspeakable, that
offers Uncounted-Space in front of you,
Space, abundant for both Joy and Death!
And see, above it all the Clouds even float!
And Stars stand! How do I say that to you, how?
Oh Earth, Earth, not too cramped,
too, too abundant; you are too kind!