... has closed the poet's eyes.To Nature runs thus:Leaves are falling, mists are twining, and to winter sleep inclining Are the trees upon the plain, In the hush ofstillness ere the snowflakes ... none does others' happinesse envye; The painted flowres, the trees upshooting hye, The dalesfor shade, the hilles for breathing space, The trembling groves, the christall running by, And, ... away before the increasingindividuality, the germ of the modern spirit. For what is the modern spirit but limitless individuality? The greater the knowledge of self, the richer the inner life....