Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

Come forth into the light of things; Let nature be your Teacher.

A remnant of uneasy light.

Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf/ Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself.

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity