Panoramas are not what they used to be.
Claude has been dead a long time
And apostrophes are forbidden on the funicular.
Marx has ruined Nature,
For the moment.
For myself, I live by leaves,
So that corridors of clouds,
Corridors of cloudy thoughts,
Seem pretty much one:
I don't know what.
But in Claude how near one was
(In a world that is resting on pillars,
In living by leaves, the narrator rejects the artifice and the philosophizing that tames nature and separates it from the individual’s direct experience. 
 Even as he is asserting this, though, the repetition of “corridors” indicates an organized and practical manmade interior.
Botanist on Alp No. 1