I Will Walk Where My Own Nature

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half-savage And Hardy, And Free.

A Heaven So Clear, An Earth So Calm, So Sweet, So Soft, So Hushed An Air; And, Deepening Still The Dreamlike Charm, Wild Moor-sheep Feeding Everywhere.

The Clock Strikes Off The Hollow Half-hours Of All The Life That Is Left To You, One By One.

Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter Than Common Joy.

Are You Acquainted With The Mood Of Mind In Which, If You Were Seated Alone, And The Cat Licking Its Kitten On The Rug Before You, You Would Watch The Operation So Intently That Puss's Neglect Of One Ear Would Put You Seriously Out Of Temper?