A greater lover none can be, And all is spirit and part of me. I am sway of the rolling hills, And breath from the great wide plains; I am born of a thousand storms, And grey with the rushing rains; I have stood with the age-long rocks, And flowered with the meadow sweet; I have fought with the wind-worn firs, And bent with the ripening wheat; I have watched with the solemn clouds, And dreamt with the moorland pools; I have raced with the water’s whirl, And lain where their anger cools; I have hovered as strong-winged bird, And swooped as I saw my prey; I have risen with cold grey dawn, And flamed in the dying day; For all is spirit and part of me, And greater lover none can be.