When I am grown to man’s estate

Who welcome you are but the guests of God,And know not our departure.

Blinks but an hour or two; and then,A blood-red orange, sets again.Before the stars have left the skies,At morning in the dark I rise;And shivering in my nakedness,By the cold candle, bathe and dress.Close by the jolly fire I sitTo warm my frozen bones a bit;Or with a reindeer-sled, exploreThe colder countries round the door.When…

Were only bold enough to tryAn arm about your waist.I hear, too, as you come and go,That pretty nervous laugh, you know;And then your cap is always soCoquettishly displaced.Your cap! the word’s profanely said.That little top-knot, white and red,That quaintly crowns your graceful head,No bigger than a flower,Is set with such a witching art,Is so…

Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don’t you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the lions over seas;You have eaten ostrich eggs,And turned the turtle off their legs.Such a life is very fine,But it’s not so nice as mine:You must often as you trod,Have wearied NOT to be abroad.You have curious things to…

Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read.Then you shall discover, that your name was printed downBy the English printers, long before, in London town.In the great and busy city where the East and West are met,All the little letters did the English printer set;While you thought of nothing, and were still too young…

Cool pleasure fills my bosom throughAnd spreads each nerve along.My bosom eddies quietly,My heart is stirred and coolAs when a wind-moved briar sweepsA stone into a poolBut unto thee, when thee I meet,My pulses thicken fast,As when the maddened lake grows blackAnd ruffles in the blast.