The speaker addresses the natural world as if it were both a lover and a god. He asks the warm earth to hold him, the sky to fill his body with light, the trees to talk, the winds to play, and even the boulders to bruise his hand. What sounds harsh is really a desire to feel completely alive and physically connected to the landscape.
By the end, the boundary between himself and nature disappears: “I now am yours and you are mine.” He feels rooted to one spot, sharing an immortal drink with everything around him. The mood is ecstatic, intimate, and slightly wild—less like calm appreciation of nature and more like a fierce, joyful merging with it.