Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!

No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.