Would I could describe these conceptions

Thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world

Never was a greater artist than now

I sink under the weight of the splendour of these visions!

I often think with longing

Upper surface of the impenetrable foliage

Feel the charm of existence in this spot

Could impress upon paper all that is living

Little world among the stalks

Tall grass by the trickling stream