I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.