And this distinction is true of all his poetry of Nature.

"I can mount with the bird," he says, Leaping airily his pyramid of leaves And twisted boughs of some tall mountain tree, Or like a fish breathe deep the morning air In the misty sun-warm water.
This introduces the description of a walk of twenty-four hours through various scenes of natural beauty.

It is long and elaborate--the scenery he conceives round the home where he and Pauline are to live.

And it is so close, and so much of it is repeated in other forms in his later poetry, that I think it is drawn direct from Nature; that it is here done of set purpose to show his hand in natural description.

It begins with night, but soon leaves night for the morning and the noon.