Wildness Is My Suiting Scene.

Loud Is The Summer's Busy Song The Smallest Breeze Can Find A Tongue, While Insects Of Each Tiny Size Grow Teasing With Their Melodies, Till Noon Burns With Its Blistering Breath Around, And Day Lies Still As Death.

The Wild Swan Hurries Hight And Noises Loud With White Neck Peering To The Evening Clowd. The Weary Rooks To Distant Woods Are Gone. With Lengths Of Tail The Magpie Winnows On To Neighbouring Tree, And Leaves The Distant Crow While Small Birds Nestle In The Edge Below.

He Could Not Die When The Trees Were Green, For He Loved The Time Too Well.

When Trouble Haunts Me, Need I Sigh?no, Rather Smile Away Despair

How Oft A Summer Shower Has Started Me; To Seek The Shelter Of A Hollow Tree