I am wealthy with earth and sky,
Heir to far boundaries of field and stream,
And scarce can keep track of so much property:
Cloud-herd, dew diamond, midge, and bee,
Wasp-way, wind's wisdom, and the foxfire's gleam--
I am rich despite a seeming poverty.
Mine is a wide estate. It is a legal jest.
These are a neighbor's hills, those a stranger's.
Who owns the water's speech, the hornet's nest,
The catbird's mew, the grassy breath in mangers,
And who in cricket song and mayfly nymphs invest?
I am possessor and possessed.