Love of the Earth

My heart is in the meadowlands,
My heart is in the sea,
My heart is in the blowing wind,
My heart is in the wheat.
Like branches borne with thickest fruit,
Or skies split raw with rain,
So is my heart the bough, the root,
The fuel and the flame.
My heart is in the meadowlands,
My heart is in the sea,
And now my heart is in the sands,
On the banks of the Seine and Spree.
Yes, my heart is the world,
And my heart is the sun,
And my heart is the stretching sky,
And when I am old and my life is done,
My heart is in heaven's eye.