I Want To Be Alone With My

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.