A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Tho' much is taken, much abides.
For love reflects the thing beloved.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.