AGNESLEE
ESSEX
I
THYhillsarekneelinginthetardyspring，Andwait，insupplication’sgentleness，ThecertainresurrectionthatshallbringArobeofverdurefortheirnakedness。
Thyperfumedvalleyswherethetwilightsdwell，Thyfieldswithinthesunlight’slivingcoilNowpromise，whiletheveinsofnatureswell，Eternalrecompensetohumantoil。
Andwhenthesunset’sfinalshadesdepartTheaspirationtocompletedbirthIssweetandsilent;asthesofttearsstart，WeknowhowwantonandhowlittleworthAreallthepassionsofourbleedingheartThatvextheawfulpatienceoftheearth。
II
ThinearethelargewindsandthesplendidsunGluttingthespreadofheaventothefloorOfwatersrhythmicfromfarshoretoshore，Andthinethestars，revealingonebyone，Thinethegrave，lucentnight’soblivion，Thetawnymoonthatwaitsbelowtheskies，——
StrangeasthedawnthatsmotetheirblisteredeyesWhowatchedfromCalvarywhentheDeedwasdone。
AndthinethegoodbrownearththatbaresitsbreastTothybenignOctober，thinethetreesLustywithfruitageinthelateyear’srest;
Andthinethemenwhos@bloodhasglorifiedThynamewithLibertyIsdivinedecrees—
Themenwholovedthysoilandfoughtanddied。
III
TowardthineEasternwindowwhenthemornStealsthroughthesilvermeshofsilentstars，IcomeunlaurelledfromthestrenuouswarsWheremenhavefoughtandweptanddiedForlorn。
Buthere，acrosstheearlyfieldsofcorn，Thelivingsilencedwelleth，andthegraySweetearth—mist，whileafarthelispofsprayBreathesfromtheoceanlikeaTriton’shorn。
Openthylattice，forthegageiswonForwhichthisearthhasjourneyedthoughthedustOfshatteredsystems，coldaboutthesun;
Andprovedbysin，bymightylivesimpearled，Avoicecriesthroughthesunrise:\"TimeisJust！\"——
AndfallslikedewGod’spityontheworldGEORGECABOTLODGE
THESONGOFTHEWAVE
Thisisthesongofthewave！Themightyone！
Childofthesoulofsilence，beatingtheairtosound:
Whiteasaliveterror，asadrawnsword，Thisisthewave。
II
Thisisthesongofthewave，thewhite—manedsteedoftheTempestWhoseveinsareswollenwithlife，Inwhoseflanksabidethefourwinds。
Thisisthewave。
III
Thisisthesongofthewave！ThedawnleapedoutoftheseaAndthewaterslaysmoothasasilvershield，Andthesun—rayssmoteonthewaterslikeagoldensword。
ThenawindblewoutofthemorningAndthewatersrustledAndthewavewasborn！
IV
Thisisthesongofthewave！ThewindblewoutofthenoonAndthewhitesea—birdslikedrivenfoamWingedinfromtheoceanthatlaybeyondtheskyAndthefaceofthewaterswasbarredwithwhite，Forthewavehadmanybrothers，Andthewavewasstrong！
V
Thisisthesongofthewave！ThewindblewoutofthesunsetAndthewestwasluridasHell。
Theblackcloudsclosedlikeatomb，forthesunwasdead。
ThenthewindsmotefullasthebreathofGod，Andthewavecalledtoitsbrothers，\"Thisisthecrestoflife！\"
VI
Thisisthesongofthewave，thatrisestofall，RisesasheergreenwalllikeabarrierofglassThathascaughtthesoulofthemoonlight。
Caughtandprisonedthemoon—beams;
Itsedgeisfritteredtofoam。
Thisisthewave！
VII
Thisisthesongofthewave，ofthewavethatfalls—
Wildasaburstofday—goldblownthroughthecoloursofmorningItshiverstoinfiniteatomsuptherumblingsteepofsand。
Thisisthewave。
VIII
Thisisthesongofthewavethatdiedinthefullnessoflife。
Theprodigalthis，thatlavisheditslargessofstrengthInthelustofattainment。
AimingatthingsforHeaventoohigh，Sureintheprideoflife，intherichnessofstrength。
Sotriedittheimpossibleheight，tilltheendwasfound:
Whereendsthesoulthatyearnsforthefilletofmorningstars，Thesoulinthetoilsofthejourneyingworlds，WhoseeyeisfilledwiththeImageofGod，AndtheendisDeath！
GEORGECABOTLODGE
FRIMAIRE
DEAREST，weareliketwoflowersBloominginthegarden，ApurpleasterflowerandaredoneStandingaloneinawithereddesolation。
Thegardenplantsareshatteredandseeded，Onebrittleleafscrapesagainstanother，Fiddlingechoesofarushofpetals。
NowonlyyouandInoddingtogether。
Manywerewithus;theyhaveallfaded。
Onlywearepurpleandcrimson，Onlyweinthedew—clearmornings，Smartenintocolorasthesunrises。
WhenIscarcelyseeyouintheflatmoonlight，Andlaterwhenmycoldrootstighten，Iamanxiousformorning，Icannotrestinfearofwhatmayhappen。
YouorI—andIamacoward。
Surelyfrostshouldtakethecrimson。
Purpleisafinercolor，Verysplendidinisolation。
SowenodabovethebrokenStemsofflowersalmostrotted。
ManymorningstherecannotbenowForusboth。Ah，Dear，Iloveyou！
AMYLOWELL
PATTERNS
IWALKdownthegardenpaths，AndallthedaffodilsAreblowing，andthebrightbluesquills。
IwalkdownthepatternedgardenpathsInmystiff，brocadedgown。
Withmypowderedhairandjewelledfan，ItooamararePattern。AsIwanderdownThegardenpaths。
Mydressisrichlyfigured，AndthetrainMakesapinkandsilverstainOnthegravel，andthethriftOftheborders。
Justaplateofcurrentfashion，Trippingbyinhigh—heeled，ribbonedshoes。
Notasoftnessanywhereaboutme，Onlyawhale—boneandbrocade。
AndIsinkonaseatintheshadeOfalimetree。FormypassionWarsagainstthestiffbrocade。
ThedaffodilsandsquillsFlutterinthebreezeAstheyplease。
AndIweep;
ForthelimetreeisinblossomAndonesmallflowerhasdroppeduponmybosom。
AndthesplashingofwaterdropsInthemarblefountainComesdownthegardenpaths。
Thedrippingneverstops。
UnderneathmystiffenedgownIsthesoftnessofawomanbathinginamarblebasin，AbasininthemidstofhedgesgrownSothick，shecannotseeherloverhiding，Butsheguessesheisnear，AndtheslidingofthewaterSeemsthestrokingofadearHanduponher。
WhatisSummerinafinebrocadedgown！
Ishouldliketoseeitlyinginaheapupontheground。
Allthepinkandsilvercrumpledupupontheground。
IwouldbethepinkandsilverasIranalongthepaths，Andhewouldstumbleafter，Bewilderedbymylaughter。
Ishouldseethesunflashingfromhisswordhiltandthebucklesonhisshoes。
IwouldchooseToleadhiminamazealongthepatternedpaths，Abrightandlaughingmazeformyheavy—bootedlover，Tillhecaughtmeintheshade，Andthebuttonsofhiswaistcoatbruisedmybodyasheclaspedme，Aching，melting，unafraid。
Withtheshadowsoftheleavesandthesundrops，Andtheploppingofthewaterdrops，Allaboutusintheopenafternoon—
IamveryliketoswoonWiththeweightofthisbrocade，Forthesunsiftsthroughtheshade。
UnderneaththefallenblossomInmybosom，IsaletterIhavehid。
ItwasbroughttomethismorningbyariderfromtheDuke。
\"Madam，weregrettoinformyouthatLordHart—
wellDiedinactionThursdaysen’night。\"
AsIreaditinthewhitemorningsunlight。
Theletterssquirmedlikesnakes。
\"Anyanswer，Madam，\"saidmyfootman。
\"No，\"Itoldhim。
\"Seethatthemessengertakessomerefreshment。
No，noanswer。\"
AndIwalkedintothegarden，Upanddownthepatternedpaths，Inmystiff，correctbrocade。
Theblueandyellowflowersstoodupproudlyinthesun，Eachone。
Istooduprighttoo，HeldrigidtothepatternBythestiffnessofmygown。
UpanddownIwalked，Upanddown。
Inamonthbewouldhavebeenmyhusband，Inamonth，here，underneaththislime，Wewouldhavebrokethepattern;
Heforme，andIforhim，HeasColonel，Iaslady，Onthisshadyseat。
HehadawhimThatsunlightcarriedblessing。
AndIanswered，\"Itshallbeasyouhavesaid。\"
Nowheisdead。
InSummerandinWinterIshallwalkUpanddownThepatternedgardenpathsInmystiff，brocadedgown。
ThesquillsandthedaffodilsWillgiveplacetopillaredroses，andtoasters，andtosnow。
IshallgoUpanddown，Inmygown。
Gorgeouslyarrayed，Bonedandstayed。
AndthesoftnessofmybodywillbeguardedfromembraceByeachbutton，hookandlace。
Forthemanwhoshouldloosemeisdead，FightingwiththeDukeinFlanders，Inapatterncalledawar。
Christ！Whatarepatternsfor？
AMYLOWELL
ABATHER
THICKdappledbycirclesofsunshineandflutteringshade。
Yourbright，nakedbodyadvances，blownoverbyleaves，Half—quenchedintheirvariousgreen，justapointOfyoushowing，Akneeorathigh，suddenglimpsed，thenatonceBlottedintoThefilmyandflickeringforest，tostartoutagainTriumphantinsmooth，suppleroundness，edgedSharpaswhiteivory，Cool，perfect，withroserarelytintingyourlipsandYourbreasts，SwellingoutfromthegreenintheopulentcurvesOfripefruit，Andhidden，likefruit，bytheswiftintermittenceOfleaves。
So，clingingtobranchesandmoss，youadvanceontheledgesOfrockwhichhangoverthestream，withthewood—smellsaboutyou，Thepungenceofstrawberryplantsandofgum—
oozingspruces，Whilebelowrunsthewaterimpatient，impatient—
totakeyou，Tosplashyou，torundownyoursides，tosingyouofdeepness，Ofpoolsbrownandgolden，withbrown—and—goldflagsontheirborders，Ofblue，lingeringskiesfloatingsolemnlyoveryourbeauty，Ofundulantwatersa—swayintheefforttoholdyouTokeepyousubmergedandquiescentwhileoveryougloriesThesummer。
Oread，Dryad，orNaiad，orjustWoman，cladonlyinyouthandingallantperfection，Standingupinagreatburstofsunshine，youdazzlemyeyesLikeasnow—star，amoon，youreffulgenceburnsupinahalo，Foryouarethechalicewhichholdsalltheracesofmen。
Youslipintothepoolandthewaterfoldsoveryourshoulder，Andoverthetree—topsthecloudsslowlyfollowyourswimming，Tobeholdthewaytheyact。
Andthescentofthewoodsissweetonthishotsummermorning。
AMYLOWELL
LEPRECHAUNSANDCLURICAUNS
OVERwheretheIrishhedgesArewithblossomswhiteassnow，OverwherethelimestoneledgesThroughthesoftgreengrassesshow—
TherethefairiesmaybeseenIntheirjacketsofredandgreen，Leprechaunsandcluricauns，Andtheotherones，Iween。
And，bedad，itisawonderTobeholdthewaytheyact。
They’retheladsthatseldomblunder，Wiseandwary，that’sthefact。
Youmayholdthemwithyoureye;
Lookawayandofftheyfly;
Leprechaunsandcluricauns，Bedad，buttheyaresly！
TheyhaveheapsofgoldentreasureHidawaywithintheground，Wheretheyspendtheirdaysinleisure，Andwherefairyjoysabound;
ButtomortalsnotaguineaWilltheygive—no，notapenny。
Leprechaunsandcluricauns，Theirgoldisseldomfound。
MaybeofamorningearlyAsyoupassalonelyrath，Youmayseealittlecurly—
Headedfairyinyourpath。
He’llbeworkingatashoe，Buthe’llhavehiseyeonyou—
Leprechaunsandcluricauns，Theyknowjustwhattodo。
VisionsofalifeofrichesSurelywillbeforeyouflash;
（You’llnolongerdigtheditches，You’llbewellsuppliedwithcash。）
Andyou’llseizethelittleman，Andyou’llholdhim——ifyoucan;
Leprechaunsandcluricauns，’Tisthey’retheslipp’ryclan！
DENISA。MCCARTHY
L’ENVOI
WHENthetimeforpartingcomes，andthedayisonthewane，Andthesilenteveningdarkensoverhillandoverplain，Andearthholdsnomoresorrow，nomoregrief，andnomorepain，Shallwewearyforthebattleandthestrife？
Whenatlastthetrailisending，andthestarsaregrowingnear，Andwebreathethebreathofconquest，andthevoicesthatwehearArethegreatcompanions’voicesthathavehallowedyearonyear，Shallweknowaninstant’sgrievingaswepass？
Shallwepauseafleetingmomenterewegrasptheeagerhands，Takeonelastlonglookofwonderatthedimmingofthelands，Lovetheearthoneglowingmomenterewepassfromitsdemands，Cullallbeautyinitsessenceaswegaze？
Orwithnotonebackwardlongingshallweleapthelastabyss，Scalethehighestcragsglad—hearted，fearfulonlylesttheblissOfanearth—rememberinginstantshoulddelaythegreatsun’skiss—
Consuminguswithintheflame？
DOROTHEALAWRENCEMANN
TOIMAGINATION
SUGGESTEDBYMAXFIELDPARRISH’S\"AIRCASTLES\"
OBEAUTEOUSboya—dream，whatvisionssoughtOfpicturesmagicalthyeyesunfold，Whattriumphsofcelestialwonderswrought，Whatmarvelsfromabreathofbeautyrolled！
Skywardandseawardonthecloudsarescrolled，Amysticimageryofcastledthought，Athousandworldstolose，——orwinandmould——
AradiantiridescenceswiftlycaughtOfever—changingglory，fancy—fraught。
Bluewonderoftheseaandluminoussky，Athousandwondersinthydreamlitface，——
EyesthatbeholdafartheturretshighOfIlium，andthetransientmortalgraceOfDeirdre’ssadness，alltheconqueringraceOfAthens，——eyesthatsawEden’sbeautylieInpassionateadoration——visionstraceAcrossthetenderbroodingofthesighThatwreckedacityandmadechieftainsdie。
ForwardnotbackwardturnsthemysticshineOfthosefar—seeingorbsthattrackthegleam—
ThefleecymarvelofthecloudislineOnlinethewizardtraceryofadream。
Olad，whobuildestnotofthingsthatseem，BeyondwhatboundsofvisioningdivineCamethatfarsmile，fromwhatlong—strayedsun—
beamCaughtthoutheradiance，fromwhatfosteringvineThepowertobuildandmouldthedeepdesign？
Knowestthouthesecretthatthybrushwouldtell，Isallthedreamabubbledsplendorwhite，Beyondthosecastlescloud—bound，doestheredwellTheeternalsilenceofthedark——orlight？
WillthyhandholdthepenwhichshallindictThesymboledmystery—writethefinalknellOfrainbowfancy—isthedistantsightAnothinglessencircledbyaspellOfgleamingbubbleswroughtofbeauty’sshell？
Invaintoquestion，wherethemysteryOfYouth’sshortgoldendreamislordandking。
Theeyesthatfarthestgazeinecstasy，WerenevermeanttopainttheimmortalthingTheysee，norunderstandthejoytheybring。
ThemistybaublesoftheskyandseaSailon。Dreamstill，bright—visionedboy，andflingTheglitteringmantleofthythoughtsthatflee，Weavingusevermorethyshiningpageantry。
DORTHEALAWRENCEMANN
DRAGON
SOMEsawadragoneatingupthelight，Oho！Oho！Oho，ho，ho！
Someheardalostbirdridingoutthenight，Oho！Oho！Oho，ho，ho！
ButIsaw:
AlowdarkhillwithitstwistedbackTwowingsofflamefromthegreencloudrack，AsprawlingflankoverlaidwithleafGlitterandgleamandshinelikesteel，Crackleandlashlikeaserpent’stail！
AndIheard:
Thewinddrawoutofthewestandwail，Danceandstaggerandjigandreel！
Withthelonglowsoundofalifeingrief！
IsawalifeingriefOho！0ho！Oho，ho，hoDanceandstaggerandjigandreel！
Oho！Oho！Oho，ho，ho！
JEANNETTEMARKS
\"THEBOOKMAN。\"
GREENGOLDENDOOR
GREENgoldendoor，swingin，swingin！
Fanningthelifeamanmustlive，Echoesandairsandminstrelsies，Loveandhopethathecalledhis，Fearandhurtandaman’sownsinCastingthemforthandsuckingthemin，Greengoldendoor，swingout，swingout！
Greengoldendoor，swingin，swingin！
Showmetheyouththatwillnotdie，Tellmethedreamthathasnotwaked，Seekmetheheartthatneverached，Greengoldendoor，swingout，swingout！
Greengoldendoor，swingin，swingout！
Longisthewailingofman’sbreath，Shortisthewailofdeath。
JEANNETTEMARKS
SLEEPYHOLLOW，CONCORD
FOURgravesthereareuponthewoodedcrest，Eachoneashrinetopilgrimseverdear。
Uncovered，mute，arethosewhotarryhere。
Romance’sdreamingmasterliesatrestBeneaththecedars。NearisonewhosebreastHeldMotherNature’slore。Beyond，theseerAndsage。There，onewhosawherdutyclear，Hernamebylittlemenandwomenblessed。
FourfriendswhowalkedinConcord’spleasantwaysLongyearsago。Theydweltandworkedapart，Butnowtheworldhascrownedthemwithitsbays，Andholdsthemcloseforevertoitsheart。
O，sacredhill！ThereGenius，guardingstays，AndfromitsslopesshallneverLovedepart！
JOHNCLAIRMINOT
THESWORDOFARTHUR
ACASTLEstandsinYorkshire（Oh，thehillisfairandgreen！）
AndfarbeneathitliesacaveNolivingmanhasseen。
Itisthecaveenchanted（Oh，seekitereyedie！）
AndthereKingArthurandhisknightsIndreamlessslumberlie。
Onetimeapeasantfoundit（Oh，theyearshavehurriedwell！）
Itwasthedayoffateforhim，Andthisiswhatbefell:
Uponacouchofcrystal（Oh，heartbepureandstrong！）
HesawtheKing，and，closebeside，Thearmoredknightsathrong。
Andallofthemweresleeping（PraiseGod，whosendethrest！）
ThesleepthatcomeswhenstrifeisdoneAndendedeveryquest。
BesidethegoodKingArthur（Howhighisyourdesire？）
Hisswordwithinitsscabbardlay，Theswordwithbladeoffire。
Nowhadthepeasantknownit（Oh，ifweallcouldknow！）
HeshouldhavedrawnthatwondrousbladeBeforeheturnedtogo。
Ifbuthishandhadtouchedit（Theswordstilllieththere！）
HewouldhavefeltineveryveinAloftypurposethrill。
Ifbuthishandhaddrawnit（Theswordstilllieththere！）
Akinglywayhewouldhavewalked，Whereverhemightfare。
Butno;hefledaffrighted（Oh，pitifulthecost！）
Andthenheknew;butlo！thewayIntothecavewaslost。
Hesearchedforeverafter（Allthiswaslongago！）
ButnevermorethatcrystalcaveHiseagereyescouldknow。
PrayGodyehavethevision（Oh，searchineveryland！）
ToseizetheswordthatArthurboreWhenitliesatyourhand。
JOHNCLAIRMINOT
THEDIVINEFOREST
IFtherebeleavesontheforestfloor，Deadleavesthereareandnothingmore，Iftrunksoftreesseemsentinels，Forwhattheirvigilnomantells。
AndifyouclasptheseguardiantreesNothingthereistohurtorplease;
OnlythedeadroofoftheforestdropsGentlydownandneverstopsAndroofsyouinandroofsyouunder，Muteandawayfromlife’sdimthunder;
AndiftherecomeeternalspringItisbutmoredisheartening，ForAutumntakestheSpringandSummer—
Autumnthatisthelatestcomer—
WiththeSpringtime’smistywonderAndtheSummer’syieldofgold，WeighsyoudownandweighsyouunderTowheretheblackenedleavesaremold……
Thelonegiftoftheforestisevernew:
Eternitywheredwellnotyou。
Theforest，accepting，heedsyounot;
Acceptingall—youareforgot。
Iftherebeleavesontheforestfloor，Deadleavesthereareandnothingmore。
Oncetheforestspokebutnowissilent，SaveintheskywardbrancheswhencenosoundSeemstotouchearofanymanbelow——
Orelsenolongerthemanknowshowtohear。
Suchmenbuildroofstokeeptheforestout，Yetalltheirroofsarebuiltoftheforest’sself;
Onlytheymakethedeadtreeashieldagainsttheliving。
SuchlapsingoftheforestthentheyuseAndturnitintocountlesslowlydwellings;
SometimestheyevencutthelivingdownToleaventhedeadroofstheywoulderect。
ThoughsomeoftheselowroofsarelovelythereBeneaththeguardianshipofforesttrees，Andsomeyearnupwardaswiththoughtofwings，YettheeyesofthedwellersthereinaredarkTotheupperforestandtheyFearfulofthewindyfreedomofitstop。
TheyhaveforgottenThatthegreatestroofisbutabannerAndthatitwasatreethatmadeaCross。
CHARLESR。MURPHY
MAGIC
TOW。S。B。
IRANintothesunsetlightAshardasIcouldrun:
ThetreetopsbowedinsheerdelightAsiftheylovedthesun:
AndallthesongsoflittlebirdsWholaughedandcriedinsilverwordsWerejoinedastheywereone。
AnddownthestreaminggoldenskyAlarkcamecirclingwithacryOfwonder—weavingjoy:
AndallthearchofheavenrangWheremeadowlandsofdreaminghangAswhenIwasaboy。
AndthroughtheringingsolitudeInpulsinglovelyamplitudeAmisthunginashroud，AsthoughthelightoflonelinessTurnedpuredelighttoholiness，Andbatheditinacloud。
IstrippedmylaughingbodybareAndplungedintothatholyairThatwashedmelikeasea，AndracedagainstitssilvertideThatstrokedmyeagerglancingsideAndmademyspiritfree。
AcrossthelimitsofthelandThewindandIswepthandandhandBeyondthegoldenglow。
WedancedacrosstheoceanplainLikethrushessingingintherainAsongoflongago。
AndonintothesilvernightWestrovetowintheracewithlightAndbringthevisionhome，AndbringthewonderhomeagainUntothesleepingeyesofmenAcrossthesingingfoam。
AnddowntheriveroftheworldOurglowing，limbsingloryswirledAsspringwithinaflower，AndstarsinmusicofdelightStreamedgaylydownourshoulderswhiteLikepetalsinashower。
AndtearsofawfulwonderranAdownmycheekstoheartheclanOfbeautychauntingwhiteTheprayertoodeepforlivingword，Orsightofmanorwingingbird，OrmusicoverforestheardAtfallingofthenight。
AnddroppingslowlyasthedewOngrassesthatthewindsrenewInurgeoffloodingfire，AndsoftlyasthehushingboughsThegentleairsofdawnarouseTocradlemorning’squire。
ThemurmurofthesingingleavesAroundthesecretFlame，Likematingswallows’neaththeeavesInrustlingsilencecame，AndflowingthroughthesilentairCreationflutteredinaprayerDescendingonaspiralstair，Andcallingmebyname。
ItnestledinmydreamingeyesLikeheaveninalake，AndsoftenedhopeintosurpriseForverybeauty’ssake，Andsilenceblossomedintomorn，Whosefragrantrosy—breasteddawnCouldscarcelybeartobreak。
IsangintothemorninglightAsloudasIcouldsing，ThetreetopsbowedinsheerdelightBeforetheslantingwing。
AndallthesongsoflittlebirdsWholaughedandcriedinsilverwordsAdoredtheRisenSpring。
EDWARDJ。O’BRIEN
MICHAELPAT
TOANNAHEMPSTEADBRANCH
OLDMichaelPathesaidtomeHesawanangelinatree。
HeknewI’dnever，neverdoubthim，Forwhatwouldheavenbewithoutthem。
TheangellaughedforverygleeAndsangoutloud:\"Heigh！comewithme！\"
OldMichaelfeltacreepingkindOfwonderinhishumblemind，And，hardlyknowingwhattosay，Ranwheretheangelshowedtheway。
Thelambswererunningonthehills，Gladlaughterechoedfromtherills，AndmanyhiddenlittlebirdsTalkedpleasantthingsinsingingwords。
HefollowedupamountainthenAndsawacrowdofsingingmenApproachingtoaCrownofLightWhereintheytookafreshdelight。
HedancedandsangandwhoopedandcrewToseetheLordofallheknewSurroundedbythelivingsongsOfstarsandmenincountlessthrongs，Andthenhediedtolifeagain，Andshovelledwiththestrengthoften。
Hetaughtmehowtosaymyletters，Andtakemyhatofftomybetters，AndwhenIaskedforfairystories，Hetoldmeofangelicglories。
Hewasalovelyfarmer，heHadseenanangelinatree。