O endless sunsteeped plain,
  With forests in dim blue shrouds,
And little wisps of rain,
  Falling from far-off clouds:

I come from the choking air
  Of passion, doubt, and strife,
With a spirit and mind laid bare
  To your healing breadth of life:

O fruitful and sacred ground,
  O sunlight and summer sky,
Absorb me and fold me round,
  For broken and tired am I.