“I have heard the sunset song of the birches,   
“A white melody in the silence,  
“I have seen a quarrel of the pines.  
“At nightfall  
“The little grasses have rushed by me  
“With the wind men.  
“These things have I lived," quoth the maniac,   
"Possessing only eyes and ears.  
“But you --  
“You don green spectacles before you look at roses."