Thus, Though We Cannot Make

But Fate Does Iron Wedges Drive, And Always Crowds Itself Betwixt.

This Indigested Vomit Of The Sea,fell To The Dutch By Just Propriety.

Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul Into The Boughs Does Glide.

And All The Way, To Guide Their Chime, With Falling Oars They Kept Their Time.

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.