Earth Being So Good, Would

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.