Engendered not of earth it so delights, This pearl of a morning, Encompassing equal lends ocean and mountain, desert and sky, The embrace of her mantling love; Complete and serene, inclusive of all that is born. Yet not lured alone, cloud's earth-hugging breast, Rolled downy soft shadow in small folding valleys, In slow graceful swaying of gentling tree; Nor enchants us alone the bird's muted cry, poignant and distant, Or echoes soft splash of the cradling sea; No. More like some spirit breathes sweetly the land, Its moment ascendant in heart's gentled rhythms, Tremoring singing, tender and soaring, A delicate winging, The Oneness of Things. Not alone from mysterious morning, Or quiet arises a source is external: Hush little stranger. The pearl is your heart.