Classic Poem

My office is on land and sea,
The hours, all eternity;
I get a message from the rill,
I send a letter to the hill,
And come an Alp or Apennine,
I claim him bosom friend of mine;
For very many years I've known,
The Arctic Belt, the Torrid Zone.

The forests, lakes, the mountains, streams,
I've seen them all — in dreams, in dreams;
I listen, and they whisper me
Of Light, of Life, — Infinity;
The gulfs below, the stars above,
Come crying " Love, and Love, and Love; "
Some morning when the compass veers,
I hope to meet some other spheres.