As if a tree nodded unto me, a broad branched, strong willed tree, curved as a recline and a foot stool for weary travellers: thus did the world stand on my promontory: As if delicate hands carried a casket towards me a casket open for the delectation of modest adoring eyes: thus did the world present itself before me to day: Not riddle enough to scare human love from it, not solution enough to put to sleep human wisdom: a humanly good thing was the world to me to day, of which such bad things are said!