I know not, care not, for I deem no shame to hold, flowers, and trees and stars the same, myself, as these, one atom in the whole.

I do not hunger for a well-stored mind,
I only wish to live my life, and find
My heart in unison with all mankind.

My life is like the single dewy star
That trembles on the horizon's primrose-bar,-
A microcosm where all things living are.

And if, among the noiseless grasses, Death
Should come behind and take away my breath,
I should not rise as one who sorroweth;

For I should pass, but all the world would be
Full of desire and young delight and glee,
And why should men be sad through loss of ?

The light is flying; in the silver-blue
The young moon shines from her bright window
through:
The mowers are all gone, and I go too.