How sweet the silent backward tracings!

How sweet the silent backward tracings!

The wanderings as in dreams - the meditation of old

times resumed their loves, joys, persons, voyages.

Apple orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms;

Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;

The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;

The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;

The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.