When I listened to the learn’d breeze;
When my antennae, the hairs, sway-fell against the skin;
When I was shown how miniscule is the breath, bound to land, divided by the air;
When I, laying, listened to the learned breeze on tips of grass shaded by the moon,
How soon, wayward, I became light and spiring;
Till catching break of air, I drifted off from self,
In prodigal-pulse’d sky, and with rise of breath,
Wave’d in feather’d touching of the stars.