[BNP/E3, 78A – 30-31]

Delirium.

A Day of Sun.

I love the things that children love

     Yet with a comprehension deep

That lifts my pining soul above

     Those in which life as yet doth sleep.

All things that simple are and bright,

     Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit,

With a child's natural delight

     That makes me proudly weep at it.

I love the sun with personal glee,

     The air as if I could embrace

Its wideness with my soul and be

     A drunkard by expense[1] of gaze.

I love the heavens with a joy

     That makes me wonder at my soul,

It is a pleasure nought can cloy,

     A thrilling I cannot control.

So stretched out here let me lie

     Before the sun that soaks me up,

And let me gloriously die

[31^r]

A Day of Sun – 2.

Drinking too deep of living's cup;[2]

Be swallowed of the sun and spread

     Over the infinite expanse,

Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead

     Lost in a super‑normal trance;

Lost in impersonal consciousness

     And mingling in all life become

A selfless part of Force and Stress

     And have a universal home;

And in a strange way undefined

     Lose in the one and living Whole

|The limit that I call my mind,

The bounded thing I call my soul.|[3]

Alexander Search

March 17^th. 1908.

[1] expense ^/excess\

[2] Drinking too deep of living's cup; ^{/Deep drinking of mere living’s cup\}

[3] |The limit that I call ^{/am to my\} my mind,

The bounded ^{/place where\} thing I call my soul.|^{/The place wherefrom I draw my soul.\}