Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver"—
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Oh thou Celestial Host—
Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me—
The Daisy follows soft the Sun—
And when his golden walk is done—
She rose to His Requirement—dropt
The Playthings of Her Life
The Definition of Beauty is
That Definition is none—
"Sic transit gloria mundi,"
"How doth the busy bee,"
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,--
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.