Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me, <br />Needing a name from my books; <br />Once in a while a letter from Yeomans. <br />Out of the mussel-shells gathered along the shore <br />Sometimes a pearl with a glint like meadow rue: <br />Then betimes a letter from Tyndall in England, <br />Stamped with the stamp of Spoon River. <br />I, lover of Nature, beloved for my love of her, <br />Held such converse afar with the great <br />Who knew her better than I. <br />Oh, there is neither lesser nor greater, <br />Save as we make her greater and win from her keener delight. <br />With shells from the river cover me, cover me. <br />I lived in wonder, worshipping earth and heaven. <br />I have passed on the march eternal of endless life.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/william-jones/
