the earth seems far away and the clouds so close and you stretch your arms to them it comes as near to flying as man has got to yet except in dreams
you are a part of nature your heart is throbbing against hers her glorious arms are round you raising you up against her heart
the voices of the air are singing to you your spirit is at one with hers your limbs grow light you are no longer the slow plodding puny thing of clay creeping tortuously upon the ground the voices of the air are singing to you your spirit is at one with hers your limbs grow light it comes as near to flying as man has got to yet except in dreams