O morning that breaks without looking at me,

O sun that shines without caring that I see you,

It's for me that you

Are true and real,

For it's in the foil to my desire

That I feel nature and life to be real.

In what denies me I feel

They exist and I am small,

And in this knowledge I become great

Even as the wave which, tossed by storms

High into the air, returns

With more weight to a deeper sea