Redrosestocrownmeyourlover，AndIwalkedaureoledandapart。
　　Enslavedandencircled，Iboreit，Proudtokenofmygifttoyou。
　　Thepetalswanedpaler，andshriveled，Anddropped；andthethornsstartedthrough。
　　Bitterthornstoproclaimmeyourlover，Adiademwovenwithrue。
　　ToElizabethWardPerkinsDearBessie，wouldmytiredrhymeHadforcetorisefromapathy，AndshakingoffitslethargyRingword—toneslikeaChristmaschime。
　　Butinmysoul’shighbelfry，chillThebitterwindofdoubthasblown，Thesummerswallowsallhaveflown，Thebellsarefrost—bound，muteandstill。
　　UponthecrumblingboardsthesnowHasdrifteddeep，theclappershangPrismedwithicicles，theirclangUnheardsinceageslongago。
　　TheropeIpullisstiffandcold，MystrainingearsdetectnosoundExceptasigh，asroundandroundThewindrocksthroughthetimbersold。
　　Below，IknowthechurchisbrightWithhaloedtapers，warmwithprayer；
　　ButhereIonlyfeeltheairOficycenturiesofnight。
　　BeneathmyfeetthesnowislitAndgemmedwithcolours，red，andblue，Topaz，andgreen，wherelightfallsthroughThesaintsthatinthewindowssit。
　　Heredarknessseemsaspectredthing，Voicelessandhaunting，whilethestarsMockwithalightoflongdeadyearsTheacheofpresentsuffering。
　　Silentandwinter—killedIstand，Nocarolhymnsmydebttoyou；
　　Buttakethisfrozenthoughtinlieu，Andthawitsmusicinyourhand。
　　ThePromiseoftheMorningStarThoufatherofthechildrenofmybrainBytheeengenderedinmywillingheart，HowcanIthanktheeforthisgiftofartPouredoutsolavishly，andnotinvain。
　　Whatthoucreatednevermorecandie，ThyfructifyingpowerlivesinmeAndIconceive，knowingitisbythee，Dearotherparentofmypoetry！
　　ForIwasbutashadowwithaname，Perhapsbynowtheveryname’sforgot；
　　SostrangeisFatethatithasbeenmylotTolearnthroughtheethepresenceofthataimWhichevermoremustguideme。Allunknown，Bymeunguessed，bytheenotevendreamed，AtreehasblossomedinanightthatseemedOfstubborn，barrenwood。ForthouhastsownThisseedofbeautyinagroundoftruth。
　　HumblyIdedicatemyself，andyetItremblewithasuddenfeartosetNewmusicringingthroughmyfadingyouth。
　　J——K。HuysmansAflickeringglimmerthroughawindow—pane，Adimredglarethroughmudbespatteredglass，CleavingapathbetweenblownwallsofsleetAcrossunevenpavementssunkinslimeToscatterandthenquenchitselfinmist。
　　Andstruggling，slipping，oftenrudelyhurledAgainstthejuttingangleofawall，Andcursed，andreeledagainst，andflungasideBydrunkenbrawlersastheyshuffledpast，Amanwasgropingtowhatseemedalight。
　　HiseyelidsburntandquiveredwiththestrainOflooking，andagainsthistemplesbeatTheallenshrouding，suffocatingdark。
　　Hestumbled，lurched，andstruckagainstadoorThatopened，andahowlofobscenemirthGratedhissenses，wallowingonthefloorLaymen，anddogsandwomeninthedirt。
　　Hesickened，loathingit，andashegazedThecandleguttered，flared，andthenwentout。
　　ThroughtravailofignoblemidnightstreetsHecameatlasttoshelterinaporchWheregothicsaintsandwarriorsmadeashieldTocoverhim，andtorturedgargoylesspatOnelongcontinuousstreamofsilverrainThatclattereddownfrommyriadroofsandspiresIntoadarkness，loudwithrushingsoundOfwaterfalling，gurglingasitfell，Butalwaysthicklydark。ThenasheleanedUnconsciouswhere，thegreatoakdoorblewbackAndcasthim，bruisedanddripping，inthechurch。
　　HiseyesfromlongsojourninginthenightWereblindednowasbysomeglorioussun；
　　Heslowlycrawledtowardthealtarsteps。
　　Hecouldnotthink，forheavyinhisearsAnorganboomedmajesticharmonies；
　　Heonlyknewthatwhathesawwaslight！
　　HebowedhimselfbeforeacrossofflameAndshuthiseyesinfearlestitshouldfade。
　　MarchEveningBluethroughthewindowburnsthetwilight；
　　Heavy，throughtrees，blowsthewarmsouthwind。
　　Glistening，againstthechill，grayskylight，Wet，blackbranchesarebarredandentwined。
　　Soddenandspongy，thescarce—greengrassplotDentsintopoolswhereafoothasbeen。
　　Puddlesliespiltintheroadamass，notOfwater，butsteel，withitscold，hardsheen。
　　Faintfadesthefireonthehearth，itsembersScatteringwideatastrongergust。
　　Above，theoldweathercockgroans，butremembersCreaking，toturn，initscenturiedrust。
　　Dying，forlorn，indrearysorrow，Wrappingthemistsroundherwitheringform，Daysinksdown；andindarknessto—morrowTravailstobirthinthewombofthestorm。
　　SonnetsLeisureLeisure，thougoddessofabygoneage，WhenhourswerelonganddayssufficedtoholdWide—eyeddelightsandpleasuresuncontrolledByshorteningmoments，whennogauntpresageOfundoneduties，modernheritage，Hauntedourhappyminds；mustthouwithholdThypresencefromthisover—busyworld，AndbearingsilencewiththeedisengageOurtwinedfortunes？DeepsofunhewnwoodsAlonecancherishthee，alonepossessThyquiet，teemingvigor。Thisourcrime:
　　Nottohaveworshipped，marredbyalienmoodsThatsoleconditionofallloveliness，Thedreaminglapseofslow，unmeasuredtime。
　　OnCarpaccio’sPicture:TheDreamofSt。UrsulaSwept，clean，andstill，acrossthepolishedfloorFromsomeunshutteredcasement，hidfromsight，Thelevelsunshineslants，itsgreaterlightQuenchingthelittlelampwhichpallid，poor，Flickering，unreplenished，atthedoorHasstrivenagainstdarknessthelongnight。
　　Dawnfillstheroom，andpenetrating，bright，Thesilentsunbeamsthroughthewindowpour。
　　Andsheliessleeping，ignorantofFate，Enmeshedinlistlessdreams，hersoulnotyetRipenedtobearthepurportofthisday。
　　Themorningbreezescarcestirsthecoverlet，Ashadowfallsacrossthesunlight；wait！
　　Alarkissingingashefliesaway。
　　TheMatrixGoadedandharassedinthefactoryThattearsourlifeupintobitsofdaysTickedoffuponaclockwhichneverstays，ShreddingourportionofEternity，Webreakawayatlast，andstealthekeyWhichhidesaworldemptyofhours；waysOfspaceunroll，andHeavenoverlaysTheleafy，sun—litearthofFantasy。
　　Beyondtheilexshadowglaresthesun，Scorchingagainsttheblueflameofthesky。
　　Brownlily—padslieheavyandsupineWithinagranitebasin，underoneThebronze—goldglimmerofacarp；andI
　　Reachoutmyhandandpluckanectarine。
　　MonadnockinEarlySpringCloud—toppedandsplendid，dominatingallThelittlelesserhillswhichcompassthee，Thoustandest，brightwithApril’sbuoyancy，YetholdingWinterinsomeshadedwallOfstern，steeprock；andstartledbythecallOfSpring，thytreesflushwithexpectancyAndcastacloudofcrimson，silently，AbovethysnowycreviceswherefallPaleshrivelledoakleaves，whilethesnowbeneathMeltsattheirphantomtouch。AnotheryearIsquickwithimport。Sucheachyearhasbeen。
　　Unmovedthouwatchestall，andallbequeathSomejeweltothydiademofpower，Thoupledgeofgreatermajestyunseen。
　　TheLittleGardenAlittlegardenonableakhillsideWheredeeptheheavy，dazzlingmountainsnowLiesfarintothespring。Thesun’spaleglowIsscarcelyabletomeltpatcheswideAboutthesinglerosebush。AlldeniedOfnature’stenderministries。Butno，——
　　Forwonder—workingfaithhasmadeitblowWithflowersmanyhuedandstarry—eyed。
　　Heresleepsthesunlong，idlesummerhours；
　　HerebutterfliesandbeesfarefartoroveAmidthecrumpledleavesofpoppyflowers；
　　Herefouro’clocks，tothepassionatenightaboveFlingwhiffsofperfume，likepaleincenseshowers。
　　Alittlegarden，lovedwithagreatlove！
　　ToanEarlyDaffodilThouyellowtrumpeteroflaggardSpring！
　　ThouheraldofrichSummer’smyriadflowers！
　　TheclimbingsunwithnewrecoveredpowersDoeswarmtheeintobeing，throughtheringOfrich，brownearthhewoosthee，makestheeflingThygreenshootsup，inheritingthedowersOfbendingskyandsudden，sweepingshowers，TillripeandblossomingthouartathingTomakeallnatureglad，thouartsogay；
　　Tofillthelonelywithajoyuntold；
　　Noddingateverygustofwindto—day，To—morrowjewelledwithraindrops。AlwaysboldTostanderect，fullinthedazzlingplayOfApril’ssun，forthouhastcaughthisgold。
　　Listening’Tisyouthatarethemusic，notyoursong。
　　Thesongisbutadoorwhich，openingwide，Letsforththepent—upmelodyinside，Yourspirit’sharmony，whichclearandstrongSingsbutofyou。ThroughoutyourwholelifelongYoursongs，yourthoughts，yourdoings，eachdivideThisperfectbeauty；waveswithinatide，Orsinglenotesamidagloriousthrong。
　　Thesongofearthhasmanydifferentchords；
　　OceanhasmanymoodsandmanytonesYetalwaysocean。InthedampSpringwoodsThepaintedtrilliumsmiles，whilecrisppineconesAutumnalonecanripen。SoisthisOnemusicwithathousandcadences。
　　TheLampofLifeAlwayswearefollowingalight，Alwaysthelightrecedes；withgropinghandsWestretchtowardthisglory，whilethelandsWejourneythrougharehiddenfromoursightDimandmysterious，foldeddeepinnight，Wecarenot，allourutmostneeddemandsIsbutthelight，thelight！SostillitstandsSurelyourownifweexertourmight。
　　Fool！Nevercan’stthougraspthisfleetinggleam，Itsglowingflamewoulddieifitwerecaught，ItsvalueisthatitdothalwaysseemButjustalittlefartheron。Distraught，Butlightedeveronward，wearebroughtUponourwayunknowing，inadream。
　　Hero—WorshipAfaceseenpassinginacrowdedstreet，Avoiceheardsingingmusic，largeandfree；
　　Andfromthatmomentlifeischanged，andweBecomeofmoreheroictemper，meetTofreelyaskandgive，amancompleteRadiantbecauseoffaith，wedaretobeWhatNaturemeantus。BraveidolatryWhichcanconceiveahero！Nodeceit，Noknowledgetaughtbyunrelentingyears，Canquenchthisfierce，untamabledesire。
　　WeknowthatwhatwelongforonceachievedWillceasetosatisfy。Bestillourfears；
　　Ifwhatweworshipfailus，stillthefireBurnson，anditismuchtohavebelieved。
　　InDarknessMustallofworthbetravailledfor，andthoseLife’sbrighteststarsrisefromatroubledsea？
　　MustyearsgobyinsaduncertaintyLeavingusdoubtingwhosetheconqueringblows，AreweorFatethevictors？TimewhichshowsAllinnermeaningswillreveal，butweShallneverknowtheupshot。OurstobeWastedwithlonging，shatteredinthethroes，Theagoniesofsplendiddreams，whichdayDimsfromourvision，buteachnightbringsback；
　　Westrivetoholdtheirgrandeur，andessayTobethethingwedream。SuddenwelackTheflashofinsight，lifegrowsdrearandgray，Andhourfollowshour，nerveless，slack。
　　BeforeDawnLife！Austerearbiterofeachman’sfate，BywhomhelearnsthatNature’ssteadfastlawsAreasdecreesimmutable；OpauseYourevenforwardmarch！NotyettoolateTeachmetheneededlesson，whentowaitInactiveasashipwhennowinddrawsTostretchtheloosenedcordage。OneimploresThyclemency，whosewilfulnessinnateHasgoneuncurbedandroughshodwhiletheyearsHavelengthenedintodecades；nowdistressedHeknowsnorulebywhichtomoveorstay，AndteasedwithrestlessnessanddesperatefearsHedaresnotwatchinsilencethywisewayBringingaboutresultsnonecouldhaveguessed。
　　ThePoetWhatinstinctforcesmantojourneyon，Urgedbyalongingblindbutdominant！
　　Nothingheseescanholdhim，nothingdauntHisneverfailingeagerness。ThesunSettinginsplendoureverynighthaswonHisvassalage；thosetowersflamboyantOfairycloudlandpalacesnowhauntHisdaylightwanderings。ForeverdoneWithsimplejoysandquiethappinessHeguardsthevisionofthesunsetsky；
　　ThoughfaintwithwearinesshemustpossessSomefragmentofthesunset’smajesty；
　　Hespurnslife’shumanfriendshipstoprofessLife’slonelinessofdreamingecstasy。
　　AtNightThewindissingingthroughthetreesto—night，Adeep—voicedsongofrushingcadencesAndcrashingintervals。NosummerbreezeIsthis，thoughhotJulyisatitsheight，Goneishergentlermusic；withdelightShelistenstothisboomingliketheseas，Theseelemental，loudnecessitiesWhichcalltohertoanswertheirswiftmight。
　　Abovethetossingtreesshinesdownastar，Quietlybright；thiswild，tumultuousjoyQuickensnordimsitssplendour。Andmymind，OStar！isfilledwithyourwhitelight，fromfar，SosuffermethisonenighttoenjoyThefreedomoftheonwardsweepingwind。
　　TheFruitGardenPathThepathrunsstraightbetweenthefloweringrows，Amoonlitpath，hemmedinbybedsofbloom，WherephloxandmarigoldsdisputeforroomWithtall，reddahliasandthebriarrose。
　　’TisrecklessprodigalitywhichthrowsIntothenightthesewaftsofrichperfumeWhichsweepacrossthegardenlikeaplume。
　　Overthetreesasinglebrightstarglows。
　　Deargardenofmychildhood，heremyyearsHaverunawaylikelittlegrainsofsand；
　　Themomentsofmylife，itshopesandfearsHaveallfoundutterancehere，wherenowIstand；
　　Myeyesachewiththeweightofunshedtears，Youaremyhome，doyounotunderstand？
　　MirageHowisitthat，beinggone，youfillmydays，Andallthelongnightsaremadegladbythee？
　　Nolonelinessisthis，normisery，ButgreatcontentthattheseshouldbethewaysWherebytheFancy，dreamingasshestrays，Makesbrightandpresentwhatshewouldwouldbe。
　　AndwhoshallsayiftherealityIsnotwithdreamssopregnant。FordelaysAndhindrancesmaybarthewished—forend；
　　AthousandmisconceptionsmaypreventOursoulsfromcomingnearenoughtoblend；
　　Letmebutthinkwehavethesameintent，Thateachoneneedstocalltheother，"friend！"
　　Itmaybevainillusion。I’mcontent。
　　ToaFriendIaskbutonethingofyou，onlyone，Thatalwaysyouwillbemydreamofyou；
　　ThatnevershallIwaketofinduntrueAllthisIhavebelievedandrestedon，Forevervanished，likeavisiongoneOutintothenight。Alas，howfewTherearewhostrikeinusachordweknewExisted，butsoseldomhearditstoneWetrembleatthehalf—forgottensound。
　　TheworldisfullofrudeawakeningsAndheaven—borncastlesshatteredtotheground，YetstillourhumanlongingvainlyclingsToabeliefinbeautythroughallwrongs。
　　Ostayyourhand，andleavemyheartitssongs！
　　AFixedIdeaWhattorturelurkswithinasinglethoughtWhengrowntooconstant，andhoweverkind，Howeverwelcomestill，thewearymindAcheswithitspresence。DullremembrancetaughtRemembersonunceasingly；unsoughtTheolddelightiswithusbuttofindThatallrecurringjoyispainrefined，Becomeahabit，andwestruggle，caught。
　　Youlieuponmyheartasonanest，Foldedinpeace，foryoucanneverknowHowcrushedIamwithhavingyouatrestHeavyuponmylife。IloveyousoYoubindmyfreedomfromitsrightfulquest。
　　Inmercyliftyourdroopingwingsandgo。
　　DreamsIdonotcaretotalktoyoualthoughYourspeechevokesathousandsympathies，Andallmybeing’ssilentharmoniesWaketremblingintomusic。WhenyougoItisasifsomesudden，dreadfulblowHadseveredallthestringswithsavageease。
　　No，donottalk；butletusratherseizeThisintimategiftofsilencewhichweknow。
　　Othersmayguessyourthoughtsfromwhatyousay，Asstormsareguessedfromcloudswheredarknessbroods。
　　TometheveryessenceofthedayRevealsitsinnerpurposeanditsmoods；
　　AspoplarsfeeltherainandthenstraightwayReversetheirleavesandshimmerthroughthewoods。
　　FrankincenseandMyrrhMyheartistunedtosorrow，andthestringsVibratemostreadilytominorchords，Searchingandsad；mymindisstuffedwithwordsWhichvoicethepassionandtheacheofthings:
　　IllusionsbeatingwiththeirbaffledwingsAgainstthewallsofcircumstance，andhoardsOftorndesires，brokenjoys；recordsOfallabruisedlife’smaimedimaginings。
　　Nowyouarecome！YoutremblelikeastarPoisedwhere，behindearth’srim，thesunhasset。
　　Yourvoicehassungacrossmyheart，butnumbAndmute，Ihavenotonestoanswer。FarWithinIkneelbeforeyou，speechlessyet，Andlifeablazewithbeauty，Iamdumb。
　　FromOneWhoStaysHowemptyseemsthetownnowyouaregone！
　　Awildernessofsadstreets，wheregauntwallsHidenothingtodesire；sunshinefallsEery，distorted，asitlonghadshoneOnwhite，deadfacestombedinhallsofstone。
　　Thewhirofmotors，strickenthroughwithcallsOfplayingboys，floatsupatintervals；
　　Butallthesenoisesblurtoonelongmoan。
　　Whatquestisworthpursuing？AndhowstrangeThatothermenstillgoaccustomedways！
　　Ihatetheirinterestinthethingstheydo。
　　Aspectre—horderepeatingwithoutchangeAnoldroutine。AloneIknowthedaysArestill—born，andtheworldstopped，lackingyou。
　　CrepusculeduMatinAllnightIwrestledwithamemoryWhichknockedinsurgentatthegatesofthought。
　　ThecrumbledwreckofyearsbehindhaswroughtItsdisillusion；nowIonlycryForpeace，forpowertoforgetthelieWhichhopetoolonghaswhispered。SoIsoughtThesleepwhichwouldnotcome，andnightwasfraughtWitholdemotionsweepingsilently。
　　Iheardyourvoiceagain，andknewthethingsWhichyouhadpromisedprovedanemptyvaunt。
　　Ifeltyourclinginghandswhilenight’sbroadwingsCherishedourloveindarkness。FromthelawnAsudden，quiveringbirdnote，likeataunt。
　　Myarmsheldnothingbuttheemptydawn。
　　AftermathIlearnttowritetoyouinhappierdays，AndeveryletterwasapieceIchippedFromoffmyheart，afragmentnewlyclippedFromthemosaicoflife；itsbluesandgrays，Itsthrobbingreds，Igavetoearnyourpraise。
　　TomakeapavementforyourfeetIstrippedMysoulforyoutowalkupon，andslippedBeneathyourstepstosoftenallyourways。
　　ButnowmylettersarelikeblossomspaleWestrewuponagravewithhopelesstears。
　　Iasknorecompense，IshallnotfailAlthoughyoudonotheed；thelong，sadyearsStillpass，andstillIscatterflowersfrail，Andwhisperwordsoflovewhichnoonehears。
　　TheEndThroughouttheechoingchambersofmybrainIhearyourwordsinmournfulcadencetollLikesomeslowpassing—bellwhichwarnsthesoulOfsunderingdarkness。Unrelenting，fainTobatterdownresistance，fallagainStrokeafterstroke，insistentdiastole，Thebitterblowsoftruth，untilthewholeIshammeredintofactmadestrangelyplain。
　　WhereshallIlookforcomfort？Nottoyou。
　　Ourworldsaredrawnapart，ourspirit’ssunsDivided，andthelightofmineburntdim。
　　NowinthehauntedtwilightImustdoYourwill。Igraspthecupwhichover—runs，AndwithmytremblinglipsItouchtherim。
　　TheStarling"`Ican’tgetout’，saidthestarling。"
　　Sterne’s`SentimentalJourney’。
　　ForevertheimpenetrablewallOfselfconfinesmypoorrebellioussoul，IneverseethetoweringwhitecloudsrollBeforeasturdywind，savethroughthesmallBarredwindowofmyjail。IliveathrallWithallmyouterlifeaclipped，squarehole，Rectangular；afractionofascrollUnwoundandwindinglikeaworstedball。
　　MythoughtsaregrownuneageranddepressedThroughbeingalwaysmine，myfancy’swingsAremoultedandthefeathersblownaway。
　　Iwearyfordesiresneverguessed，Foralienpassions，strangeimaginings，Tobesomeotherpersonforaday。
　　MarketDayWhite，glitteringsunlightfillsthemarketsquare，Spottedandspriggedwithshadows。DoublerowsOfbarteringboothsspreadouttheirtemptingshowsOfglobedandgoldenfruit，themorningairSmellssweetwithripeness，onthepavementthereAwickerbasketgapesandoverflowsSpillingoutcool，blueplums。Themarketglows，Andflaunts，andclattersinitsbusycare。
　　AstatelyminsteratthenorthernsideLiftsitstwinspirestothedistantsky，Pinnacled，carvedandbuttressed；throughthewideArcheddoorwaypealsanorgan，suddenly——
　　Crashing，triumphantinitspregnanttide，Quenchingthesquareinvibrantharmony。
　　EpitaphinaChurch—YardinCharleston，SouthCarolinaGEORGEAUGUSTUSCLOUGH
　　ANATIVEOFLIVERPOOL，DIEDSUDDENLYOF"STRANGER’SFEVER"
　　NOV’R5th1843
　　AGED22
　　Hediedof"Stranger’sFever"whenhisyouthHadscarcelymeltedintomanhood，soThechiselledlegendruns；abrother’swoeLaidbareforepitaph。ThesavageruthOfasunny，bright，butalienland，uncouthWithcruelcaressingdealtamortalblow，AndbythissummerseawhereflowersgrowIntropicsplendor，witnesstothetruthOfineradicableracehelies。
　　Thelawofdutyurgedthatheshouldroam，ShouldsailfromfogandchillyairstoskiesClearwithdeceitfulwelcome。HehadcomeWithproudresolve，butstillhislonelyeyesAchedwithfatigueatneverseeinghome。
　　FrancisII，KingofNaplesWrittenafterreadingTrevelyan’s"GaribaldiandthemakingofItaly"
　　Poorfoolishmonarch，vacillating，vain，Decayingvictimofaraceofkings，SwiftDestinyshookoutherpurplewingsAndcaughthimintheirshadow；notagainCouldfurtiveplottingsmearanotherstainAcrosshistarnishedhonour。SmoulderingsOfsacrificialfiresbursttheirringsAndblottedoutinsmokehislostdomain。
　　Bereftofcourtiers，onlywithhisqueen，Fromemptypalacedowntoemptyquay。
　　Nochallengescreamedfromhostilecarabine。
　　Asinglevesselwaited，shadowy；
　　AllnightsheploughedhersolitarywayBeneaththestars，andthroughatranquilsea。
　　ToJohnKeatsGreatmaster！Boyish，sympatheticman！
　　WhoseorbedandripenedgeniuslightlyhungFromlife’sslim，twistedtendrilandthereswungIncrimson—spheredcompleteness；guardianOfcrystalportalsthroughwhoseopeningsfanThespicedwindswhichblewwhenearthwasyoung，Scatteringwreathsofstars，asJoveonceflungAgoldenshowerfromheightscerulean。
　　Crumbledbeforethymajestywebow。
　　Forgetthyempurpledstate，thypanoplyOfgreatness，andbemercifulandnear；
　　AyouthwhotrudgedthehighroadwetreadnowSingingthemilesbehindhim；somayweFaintthrobbingsofthymusicoverhear。
　　TheBostonAthenaeumTheBostonAthenaeumThoudearandwell—lovedhauntofhappyhours，Howofteninsomedistantgallery，Gainedbyalittlepainfulspiralstair，FarfromthehallsandcorridorswherethrongThecrowdofcasualreaders，haveIpassedLong，peacefulhoursseatedonthefloorOfsomeretirednook，alllinedwithbooks，Wherereverieandquietreignsupreme！
　　Above，below，oneveryside，highshelvedFromcarelessgraspoftransientinterest，Standbookswecanbutdimlysee，theircharmMuchgreaterthattheirtitlesareunread；
　　WhileonalevelwiththedustyfloorOthersarerangedinorderlyconfusion，AndwemuststoopinpainfulposturewhileWereadtheirnamesandlearntheirhistories。
　　ThelittlegallerywindsroundaboutThemiddleofamostsecludedroom，Midwaybetweentheceilingandthefloor。
　　Atypeofthosehighthoughts，whichwhilewereadHoverbetweentheearthandfurthestheavenAsfancywills，leavingtheprintedpage；
　　Forbooksbutgivethetheme，ourheartstherest，EnrichingsimplewordswithunguessedharmonyAndovertonesofthoughtweonlyknow。
　　Andaswesitlonghoursquietly，Readingattimes，andattimessimplydreaming，Theveryroomitselfbecomesafriend，Theconfidantofintimatehopesandfears；
　　Aplacewhereareengenderedpleasantthoughts，AndpossibilitiesbeforeunguessedCometofruitionbornofsympathy。
　　AndasinsomegaygardenstretcheduponAgenialsouthernslope，warmedbythesun，TheflowersgivetheirfragrancejoyouslyTothecaressingtouchofthehotnoon；
　　SobooksgiveuptheallofwhattheymeanOnlyinacongenialatmosphere，Onlywhentouchedbyreverenthands，andreadBythosewholoveandfeelaswellasthink。
　　Forbooksaremorethanbooks，theyarethelife，Theveryheartandcoreofagespast，Thereasonwhymenlived，andworked，anddied，Theessenceandquintessenceoftheirlives。
　　Andwemayknowthembetter，anddivineTheinnermotiveswhencetheiractionssprang，FarbetterthanthemenwhoonlyknewTheirbodilypresence，thesoulforeverhidFromthosewithnoabilitytosee。
　　TheywaitherequietlyforustocomeAndfindthemout，andknowthemforourfriends；
　　Thesemenwhotoiledandwroteonlyforthis，ToleavebehindsuchmodicumoftruthAseachperceivedandeachalonecouldtell。
　　SilentlywaitingthatfromtimetotimeItmaybegiventhemtoilluminateDulldailyfactswithpristineradianceForsomelong—waited—foraffinityWholingersyetinthedeepwomboftime。
　　TheshiftingsunpiercestheyounggreenleavesOfelmtrees，newlycomingintobud，AndsplashesonthefloorandonthebooksThroughold，high，roundedwindows，dimwithage。
　　Thenoisycity—soundsofmodernlifeFloatsoftenedtousacrosstheoldgraveyard。
　　Theroomisfilledwithawarm，mellowlight，Nogarishcoloursjaronourcontent，Thebooksupontheshelvesareoldandworn。
　　’TwasnobelatedeffortnorattemptTokeepabreastwitholdaswellasnewThatplacedthemhere，trickedinamodernguise，Easilygot，andheldinlightesteem。
　　Ourfathers’fathers，slowlyandcarefullyGatheredthem，onebyone，whentheywerenewAndadelightedworldreceivedtheirthoughtsHungrily；whilewebutlovethemore，Becausetheyaresooldandgrownsodear！
　　Thebacksoftarnishedgold，thefadedboards，Theslightlyyellowingpage，thestrangeoldtype，Allspeakthefashionofanotherage；
　　ThethoughtspeculiartothemanwhowroteArrayedingarbpeculiartothetime；
　　AsthoughtheidiomofamanwerecaughtImprisonedintheidiomofarace。
　　Anothingtruly，yetalinkthatbindsAllagestotheirowninheritance，Andstretchingbackward，dimanddimmerstill，Islostinaremoteantiquity。
　　Grapesdonotcomeofthornsnorfigsofthistles，Andevenagreatpoet’sdivinestthoughtIscolouredbytheworldheknowsandsees。
　　Thelittleintimatethingsofeveryday，Thetrivialnothingsthatwethinknotof，Thesegotomakeapartofeachman’slife；
　　AsmuchapartasdothelargerthoughtsHetakesaccountof。Nay，thelittlethingsOfdailylifeitiswhichmold，andshape，Andmakehimaptfornobledeedsandtrue。
　　Andaswereadsomemuch—lovedmasterpiece，Readitaslongagotheauthorread，WitheyesthatbrimmedwithtearsashesawThemessagehebelievedinstampedintypeInviolablefortheslow—comingyears；
　　Weknowacertainsubtlesympathy，Weseemtoclasphishandacrossthepast，Hiswordsbecomerelatedtothetime，HeisatonewithhisowngloriouscreedAndallthatinhisworldwasdaredanddone。
　　Thelong，still，fruitfulhoursslipawaySheddingtheirinfluencesastheypass；
　　WeknowourselvestherichertohavesatUponthisdustyflooranddreamedourdreams。
　　Nootherplacetouswerequitethesame，Nootherdreamssopotentintheircharm，Forthisisours！EverytwistandturnOfeverynarrowstairisknownandloved；
　　Eachnookandcrannyisourveryown；
　　Thedear，old，sleepyplaceisfullofspellsForus，byrightoflonginheritance。
　　ThebuildingsimplybodiesforthathoughtPeculiarlyinherenttotherace。
　　Andwe，descendantsofthateldertime，HavelearnttolovetheveryforminwhichThethoughthasbeenembodiedtoouryears。
　　Andherewefeelthatwearenotalone，Wetooareonewithourownrichestpast；
　　Andherethatveiled，buteversmoulderingfireOfrace，whichrarelyseenyetneverdies，Springsupafreshandwarmsuswithitsheat。
　　Andmusttheytakeawaythistreasurehouse，Toussofullofthoughtsandmemories；
　　ToalltheworldbesideadismalplaceLackinginallthismodernagerequiresTotemptalongtheunfamiliarpathsAndleafylanesofoldtimeliteratures？
　　IttakessometimeformossandvinestogrowAndwarmlycovergauntandchillstonewallsOfstatelybuildingsfromthecoldNorthWind。
　　Thelichenofaffectiontakesaslong，Orlonger，ereitlovinglyenfoldsAplacewhichsincewithoutitwerebereft，Allstriptandbare，shornofitschiefestgrace。
　　ForwhattouswerehallsandcorridorsHoweverlargeandfitting，ifwepartWiththiswhichisourbirthright；ifweloseAsentimentprofound，unsoundable，WhichTime’sslowripeningalonecanmake，Andman’sblindfoolishnesssoquicklymar。
　　VersesforChildrenSeaShellSeaShell，SeaShell，Singmeasong，OPlease！
　　Asongofships，andsailormen，Andparrots，andtropicaltrees，OfislandslostintheSpanishMainWhichnomanevermayfindagain，Offishesandcoralsunderthewaves，Andseahorsesstabledingreatgreencaves。
　　SeaShell，SeaShell，Singofthethingsyouknowsowell。
　　FringedGentiansNearwhereIlivethereisalakeAsblueasbluecanbe，windsmakeItdanceastheygoblowingby。
　　Ithinkitcurtseystothesky。
　　It’sjustalakeoflovelyflowersAndmyMammasaystheyareours；
　　ButtheyarenotlikethosewegrowTobeourveryown，youknow。
　　Wehaveasplendidgarden，thereArelotsofflowerseverywhere；
　　Roses，andpinks，andfouro’clocksAndhollyhocks，andeveningstocks。
　　Mammaletsuspickthem，butneverMustwepickanygentians——ever！
　　ForifwecarriedthemawayThey’ddieofhomesicknessthatday。
　　ThePaintedCeilingMyGrandpapalivesinawonderfulhouseWithagreatmanywindowsanddoors，Therearestairsthatgoup，andstairsthatgodown，Andsuchbeautiful，slipperyfloors。
　　Butofalloftherooms，evenmother’sandmine，Andthebookroom，andparlourandall，Ilikethegreendining—roomsomuchthebestBecauseofitsceilingandwall。
　　RightoveryourheadisafunnyroundholeWithapplesandpearsfallingthrough；
　　There’sabigbunchofgrapesallpurplyandsweet，Andmelonsandpineapplestoo。
　　Theytumbleandtumble，butnevercomedownThoughI’vestoodunderneathalongwhileWithmymouthopenwide，forIalwayshavehopedJustacherrywoulddropfromthepile。
　　NomatterhowearlyIruntheretolookIthasalwaysbeguntofallthrough；
　　AndonenightwhenatbedtimeIcreptintosee，Itwasfallingbycandle—lighttoo。
　　Iamsuretheyaremagicalfruits，andeachoneMakesyouhearthings，orseethings，orgoForeverinvisible；butit’snouse，AndofcourseIshalljustneverknow。
　　Fortheladder’stooheavytolift，andthechairsArenotnearlysotallasIneed。
　　I’vegivenuphope，andIfeelIshalldieWithouthavingaccomplishedthedeed。
　　It’salittlebitsad，whenyouseemverynearToadventuresandthingsofthatsort，Whichnearlybegin，andthendon’t；andyouknowItisonlybecauseyouareshort。
　　TheCrescentMoonSlippingsoftlythroughtheskyLittlehorned，happymoon，Canyouhearmeupsohigh？
　　Willyoucomedownsoon？
　　Onmynurserywindow—sillWillyoustayyoursteadyflight？
　　AndthenfloatawaywithmeThroughthesummernight？
　　Brushingovertopsoftrees，Playinghideandseekwithstars，PeepingupthroughshinycloudsAtJupiterorMars。
　　IshallfillmylapwithrosesGatheredinthemilkyway，Alltocarryhometomother。
　　Oh！whatwillshesay！
　　Littlerocking，sailingmoon，Doyouhearmeshout——Ahoy！
　　Justalittlenearer，moon，Topleasealittleboy。
　　ClimbingHighupintheappletreeclimbingIgo，Withtheskyaboveme，theearthbelow。
　　EachbranchisthestepofawonderfulstairWhichleadstothetownIseeshiningupthere。
　　Climbing，climbing，higherandhigher，ThebranchesblowandIseeaspire，Thegleamofaturret，theglintofadome，Allsparklingandbright，likewhiteseafoam。
　　Onandon，fromboughtobough，Theleavesarethick，butIpushmywaythrough；
　　Before，Ihavealwayshadtostop，Butto—dayIamsureIshallreachthetop。
　　Todaytotheendofthemarvelousstair，Wherethoseglitteringpinaclesflashintheair！
　　Climbing，climbing，higherIgo，Withtheskycloseaboveme，theearthfarbelow。
　　TheTroutNaughtylittlespeckledtrout，Can’tIcoaxyoutocomeout？
　　IsitsuchgreatfuntoplayInthewatereveryday？
　　DoyoupulltheNaiads’hairHidingintheliliesthere？
　　Doyouhuntforfishes’eggs，Orwatchtadpolesgrowtheirlegs？
　　DothelittletroutshaveschoolInsomedeepsun—glintedpool，AndinrecessplayattagRoundthatbedofpurpleflag？
　　Ihavetriedsohardtocatchyou，HoursandhoursI’vesattowatchyou；
　　Butyouneverwillcomeout，Naughtylittlespeckledtrout！
　　WindHeshoutsinthesailsoftheshipsatsea，Hestealsthedownfromthehoneybee，Hemakestheforesttreesrustleandsing，Hetwirlsmykitetillitbreaksitsstring。
　　Laughing，dancing，sunnywind，Whistling，howling，rainywind，North，South，EastandWest，EachisthewindIlikethebest。
　　Hecallsupthefogandhidesthehills，Hewhirlsthewingsofthegreatwindmills，TheweathercockslovehimandturntodiscoverHiswhereabouts——buthe’sgone，therover！
　　Laughing，dancing，sunnywind，Whistling，howling，rainywind，North，South，EastandWest，EachisthewindIlikethebest。
　　Thepinetreestosshimtheirconeswithglee，Theflowersbendlowincourtesy，Eachwaveflingsupashowerofpearls，Theflaginfrontoftheschoolunfurls。
　　Laughing，dancing，sunnywind，Whistling，howling，rainywind，North，South，EastandWest，EachisthewindIlikethebest。
　　ThePleiadesBydayyoucannotseetheskyForitisupsoveryhigh。
　　Youlookandlook，butit’ssoblueThatyoucanneverseerightthrough。
　　Butwhennightcomesitisquiteplain，Andallthestarsarethereagain。
　　Theyseemjustlikeoldfriendstome，I’veknownthemallmylifeyousee。
　　Thereisthedipperfirst，andthereIsCassiopeiainherchair，Orion’sbelt，theMilkyWay，AndlotsIknowbutcannotsay。
　　Onegrouplookslikeaswarmofbees，Papasaysthey’rethePleiades；
　　ButIthinktheymustbethetoyOfsomenicelittleangelboy。
　　Perhapshisjackstoneswhichto—dayHehasforgottoputaway，AndleftthemlyingontheskyWherehewillfindthembyeandbye。
　　Iwishhe’dcomeandplaywithme。
　　We’dhavesuchfun，foritwouldbeAmostunusualthingforboysTofeelthattheyhadstarsfortoys！