Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy?

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

Mid The Sharp, Short Emerald Wheat, Scarce Risen Three Fingers Well, The Wild Tulip At The End Of Its Tube, Blows Out Its Great Red Bell, Like A Thin Clear Bubble Of Blood, For The Children To Pick And Sell.

As If True Pride Were Not Also Humble!

Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant Youth's Heritage.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.