"Good night", because we must! How intricate the Dust! I would go, to know - Oh Incognito! Saucy, saucy Seraph, To elude me so! Father! They wont tell me! Wont you tell them to?
Our share of night to bear - Our share of morning - Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning - Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way! Here a mist - and there a mist - Afterwards - Day!
The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly - The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially - The Brooks laugh louder When I come - The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
L'Ape non è impaurita da me. Conosco la Farfalla - Il grazioso popolo dei Boschi Mi riceve cordialmente - I Ruscelli ridono più forte Quando arrivo - Più folli giocano le Brezze; Perché il tuo argento mi appanna la vista, Perché, Oh Giorno d'Estate?
Where bells no more affright the morn - Where scrabble never comes - Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms - Where tired Children placid sleep Thro' Centuries of noon This place is Bliss - this town is Heaven - Please, Pater, pretty soon!
"Oh could we climb where Moses stood, And view the Landscape o'er" Not Father's bells - nor Factories, Could scare us any more!
By a flower - By a letter - By a nimble love - If I weld the Rivet faster - Final fast - above - Never mind my breathless Anvil! Never mind Repose! Never mind the sooty faces Tugging at the Forge!
'Twas such a little - little boat That toddled down the bay! 'Twas such a gallant - gallant sea That beckoned it away! 'Twas such a greedy, greedy wave That licked it from the Coast - Nor ever guessed the stately sails My little craft was lost!
The Daisy follows soft the Sun - And when his golden walk is done - Sits shyly at his feet - He - waking - finds the flower there - Wherefore - Marauder - art thou here? Because, Sir, love is sweet! We are the Flower - Thou the Sun! Forgive us, if as days decline - We nearer steal to Thee! Enamored of the parting West - The peace - the flight - the amethyst - Night's possibility!
To hang our head - ostensibly - And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind - Affords the sly presumption That in so dense a fuzz - You - too - take Cobweb attitudes Upon a plane of Gauze!