It opens, the gate to the garden
with the docility of a page
Simplicity is like a sycamore,
Quite nude and living weather to the core.
Its terseness speaks to me of skeletons
So tissue paper frail against the sun.
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity!
For of thy lays the lulling simpleness
Goes to my heart, and soothes each small distress--
[Inscribed to Lady Duncannon.]
SWEET blushing Nymph, who loves to dwell
the tulips have grown
out of their own
the farmer's vessel was rown
What I seek far yet seldom find
Is large simplicity of mind
In fellow men;
For I have sprouted from the sod,
Your complex thoughts on complex issues
Can't they be expressed in simple lines?
Like water which one can drink