Redwerethemyriadcherub-mouthsthatpressed，Amongtheclusters，richwithsong，fullfain，Butdumb，becausethatovermasteringspellOfraptureheldthemdumb：then，hereandthere，Agoldenharploststrings；acrimsonshellBurntgrey；andsheavesoflustrefelltoair。
TheillimitableeagernessofhueBronzed，andthebeamywingedbloomthatflew’Midthosebunchedfruitsandthrongingfiguresfailed。
Agreen-edgedlakeofsaffrontouchedtheblue，Withislesoffirelesspurplelyingthrough：
AndFancyonthatlaketoseeklosttreasuressailed。
Notlongthesilencefollowed：
Thevoicethatissuesfromthybreast，OgloriousSouth-west，Alongthegloom-horizonholloa’d；
WarningthevalleyswithamellowroarThroughflappingwings；thensharpthewoodlandboreAshudderandanoiseofhands：
AthousandhornsfromsomefarvaleInambushsoundingonthegale。
ForthfromtheclovenskycamebandsOfrevel-gatheringspirits；troopingdown，Somerodethetree-tops；someontorncloud-stripsBurstscreamingthro’thelightedtown：
Andscuddingseaward，somefellonbigships：
Ormountingthesea-horsesblewBrightfoam-flakesontheblackreewOfheanghullsandburyingbeaks。
Stillonthefarthestline，withoutpuffedcheeks，’Twtdarkandutterdark，thegreatwinddrewFromheaventhatdisenchantedharmonyTojoinearth’slaughterinthemidnightblind：
BoomingadistantchorustotheshrieksPreludinghim：thenhe，Hismantlestreamingthunderinglybehind，AcrosstheyellowrealmofstiffenedDay，Shotthro’thewoodlandalleyssignalsthree；
AndwiththepressureofaseaPlungedbroaduponthevalethatunderlay。
Nightontherollingfoliagefell：
ButI，wholoveoldhymningnight，AndknowtheDryadvoiceswell，Discernedthemastheirleavestookflight，Likesoulstowanderafterdeath：
Greatarmiesinimperialdyes，Andmadtotreadtheairandrise，ThesavagefreedomoftheskiesTotastebeforetheyrot。Andhere，Likefrailwhite-bodiedgirlsinfear，Thebirchesswungfromshriekstosighs；
Theaspens，laughersatabreath，Inshoweringspray-fallsmedtheircries，Orrakedasavageocean-strandWithoneincessantdrowningscreech。
Herestoodasolitarybeech，Thatgaveitsgoldwithopenhand，Andallitsbranches，toningchill，Didseemtoshuttheirteethrightfast，Toshriekmoremercilesslyshrill，Andmatchthefiercenessoftheblast。
ButheardIalowswellthatnoisedOffar-offocean，Iwas’wareOfpinesupontheirwiderootspoised，WhomnevermadnessintheairCandrawtomorethanloftierstressOfmournfulness，notmournfulnessFormelancholy，butJoy’sexcess，Thatsingingonthelapofsorrowfaints：
AndPeace，asintheheartsofsaintsWhochantuntotheLordtheirGod；
DeepPeacebelowuponthemuffledsod，Thestillnessofthesea’sunswayingfloor，CouldIbesoletherenottoseeThelifewithinthelifeawake；
Thespiritburstingfromthetree，Andrisingfromthetroubledlake？
Pour，letthewinesofHeavenpour!
TheGoldenHarpisstruckoncemore，Andallitsmusicisforme!
Pour，letthewinesofHeavenpour!
And，ho，foranightofPaganglee!
Thereisacurtaino’erus。
Foronce，goodsouls，we’llnotpretendTobeaughtbetterthanherwhoboreus，Andisouronlysiblefriend。
Harktoherlaughter!wholaughslikethis，Canshebedead，orrootedinpain？
Shehasbeenslainbythenarrowbrain，Butforuswholovehershelesagain。
Canshedie？O，takeherkiss!
Thecrimson-footednymphispantinguptheglade，Withthewine-jaratherarm-pit，andthedrunkeny-braidRoundherforehead，breasts，andthighs：startsaSatyr，andtheyspeed：
Hearthecrushingoftheleaves：hearthecrackingofthebough!
Andthewhistlingofthebramble，thepipingoftheweed!
Butthebull-voicedoakisbattlingnow：
Thestormhasseizedhimhalf-asleep，AndroundhimthewildwoodlandthrongsTohearthefuryofhissongs，Theuproarofanoutrageddeep。
HewakestofindawrestlinggiantTrunktotrunkandlimbtolimb，AndonhisrootedforcereliantHelaughsandgraspsthebroadenedgiant，AndtwistandrolltheAnakim；
Andmultitudes，acclaimingtothecloud，Crywhichisbreaking，whichisbowed。
Away，forthecymbalsclashaloftInthecirclesofpine，onthemoss-floorsoft。
Thenymphsofthewoodlandaregatheringthere。
Theyhuddletheleaves，andtrample，andtoss；
Theyswinginthebranches，theyrollinthemoss，Theyblowtheseedontheair。
BacktobacktheystandandblowThewingedseedonthecradlingair，Afountainofleavesoverbosomandback。
ThepipeoftheFauncomesontheirtrackAndthewelteringalleysoverflowWithmusicalshrieksandwind-weddedhair。
Theriotouscompaniesmelttoapair。
Blessthem，motherofkindness!
AstarhasnoddedthroughThedepthsoftheflyingblue。
TimeonlytoplantthelightOfamemoryintheblindness。
ButtimetoshowmethesightOfmylifethro’thecurtainofnight；
Shiningamoment，andmedWiththeonward-hurryingstream，Whosepressureisdarknesstome；
Behindthecurtain，fed，BeamswithendlessbeamThatstaronthechangingsea。
GreatMotherNature!teachme，likethee，Tokisstheseasonandshunregrets。
AndamImorethanthemotherwhobore，Mockmenotwiththyharmony!
Teachmetoblotregrets，GreatMother!meinspireWithfaiththatforwardsetsButfeedsthelingfire，FaiththatneverfretsForvaguenessintheform。
Inlife，Okeepmewarm!
For，whatishumangrief？
Andwhatdomendesire？
Teachmetofeelmyselfthetree，Andnotthewitheredleaf。
FedamIandawaitthedarkto-beAndO，greenbounteousEarth!
BacchanteMother!sterntothoseWholenotinthyheartofmirth；
DeathshallIshrinkfrom，longthee？
Intothebreastthatgestherose，ShallIwithshudderingfall？
Earth，themotherofall，Movesonherstedfastway，Gathering，flinging，sowing。
Mortals，weleinherday，Sheinherchildrenisgrowing。
Shecanleadus，onlyshe，UntoGod’sfootstool，whithershereaches：
Loved，enjoyed，hergiftsmustbe，Reverencedthetruthssheteaches，EreamanmayhopethatheEvercanattainthegleeOfthingswithoutadestiny!
Sheknowsnotloss：
Shefeelsbutherneed，WhothewingedseedWiththeleafdothtoss。
Andmaynotmentothisattain？
Thatthejoyofmotion，theraptureofbeing，Shallthrowstronglightwhenourseasonisfleeing，Norquickenagedbloodinvain，Atthegatesofthevault，onthevergeoftheplain？
Lifethoroughlyledisafactinthebrain，Whileeyesareleftforseeing。
Behold，inyonstrippedAutumn，sheringgrey，Earthknowsnodesolation。
ShesmellsregenerationInthemoistbreathofdecay。
Propheticofthecomingjoyandstrife，Likethewildwesternwar-chiefsinkingCalmtotheendheeyesunblinking，Hervoiceisjubilantinebbinglife。
Heforhishappyhunting-fieldsForgetsthedroningchant，andyieldsHisnumberedbreathstoexultationIntheproudanticipation：
Shoutingthegloriesofhisnation，Shoutingthegrandeurofhisrace，Shoutinghisowngreatdeedsofdaring：
Andwhenatlastdeathgraspshisface，AndstiffenedonthegroundinpeaceHelieswithallhispaintedterrorsglaring；
Hushedarethetribetohearathreadingcry：
Notfromthedeadman；
Notfromthestanders-by：
ThespiritoftheredmanIswelcomedbyhisfathersuponhigh。
Thereshegoesupthestreetwithherbookinherhand，AndherGoodmorning，Martin!Ay，lass，howd’yedo？
Verywell，thankyou，Martin!——Ican’tunderstand!
Imightjustaswellneverhavecobbledashoe!
Ican’tunderstandit。Shetalkslikeasong；
Hervoicetakesyourearliketheringofaglass；
Sheseemstogegladnesswhilelimpingalong，Yetsinnerne’ersuffer’dlikethatlittlelass。
First，afoolofaboyranherdownwithacart。
Then，herfoolofafather——ablacksmithbytrade-
Whythedeucedoeshetellusithalfbrokehisheart？
Hisheart!——where’sthelegofthepoorlittlemaid!
Well，that’snotenough；theymustpushherdownstairs，Tomakehergocrooked：butwhycountthelist？
Ifit’srighttosupposethatourhumanaffairsAreallorder’dbyheaven——there，banggoesmyfist!
Forifangelscanlookonsuchsights——nevermind!
Whenyou’renexttoblaspheming，it’sbesttobemum。
Theparsondeclaresthatherwoesweren’tdesigned；
But，then，withtheparsonit’sallkingdom-come。
Losealeg，saveasoul——aconvenienttext；
IcallitTeadoctrine，notsavouringofGod。
WhenpoorlittleMollywants’chastening，’why，nextTheArchangelMichaelmighttasteoftherod。
But，toseethepoordarlinggolimpingformilesToreadbookstosickpeople!——andjustofanageWhengirlslearnthemeaningofribandsandsmiles!
Makesmefeellikeasquirrelthatturnsinacage。
ThemoreIpushthinkingthemoreIrevolve：
Inevergetfarther：-andastoherface，ItstartsupwhennearonmypuzzleIsolve，Andsays，’Thiscrush’dbodyseemssuchasadcase。’
Notthatshe’sforcomplaining：shereadstoearnpence；
Andfromthosewhocan’tpay，simplethanksareenough。
Doessheleavelamentationforchapswithoutsense？
Howsoever，she’smadeupofwonderfulstuff。
Ay，thesoulinherbodymustbeastoutcord；
Shesingslittlehymnsatthecloseoftheday，ThoughshehasbutthreefingerstolifttotheLord，Andonlyonelegtokneeldownwithtopray。
WhatIaskis，Whypersecutesuchapoordear，Ifthere’sLawaboveall？Answerthatifyoucan!
IrreligiousI’mnot；butIlookonthissphereAsaplacewhereamanshouldjustthinklikeaman。
Itisn’tfairdealing!But，contrariwise，Dobulletsinbattlethewickedselect？
Why，thenit’sallchance-work!Andyet，inhereyes，SheholdsafedsomethingbywhichIamchecked。
Yonderribandofsunshineaslopeonthewall，Ifyoueyeitaminute’llhavethesamelook：
Sokind!andsomerciful!Godofusall!
It’stheverysamelessonwegetfromtheBook。
Then，isLifebutatrial？Isthatwhatismeant？
Somemusttoil，andsomeperish，forothersbelow：
Theinjusticetoeachspreadsacommoncontent；
Ay!I’velostitagain，foritcan’tbequiteso。
She’sthectimoffools：thatseemsnearerthemark。
Onearththereareenginesandnumerousfools。
WhytheLordcanpermitthem，we’restillinthedark；
Hedoes，andinsomesortofwaythey’reHistools。
It’saroundaboutway，withrespectletmeadd，IfMollygoescrippledthatwemaybetaught：
But，perhaps，it’stheonlyway，thoughit’ssobad；
Inthatcasewe’llbowdownourheads，——asweought。
ButtheworstofMEis，thatwhenIbowmyhead，Iperceeathoughtwrigglingawayinthedust，AndIfollowitstracks，quiteforgetful，insteadOfhumbleacceptance：for，questionImust!
Here’sacreaturemadecarefully——carefullymade!
Puttogetherwithcraft，andthenstampedon，andwhy？
Theanswerseemsnowhere：it’sdiscordthat’splayed。