The birches are mad with green points the wood's edge is burning with their green, burning, seething—No, no, no
The birches are opening their leaves one by one
Their delicate leaves unfold cold and separate, one by one
Slender tasse...
By Sylvia if thy charming self be meant;
If friendship be thy virgin vows' extent,
O
let me in Aminta's praises join,
Hayrick some do spell thy name,
And thy verse approves the same;
For 'tis like fresh-scented hay,—-With country lasses in't at play
A tribute to Robert Herrick
“There’s never a dull moment in the human body
” —The Insight
Dear old equivocal and closest friend,
Grand Vizier to a weak bewildered king,
When first the peasant, long inclined to roam,
Forsakes his rural sports and peaceful home,
Pleas'd with the scene the smiling ocean yields,
He scorns the verdant meads and flowery fields;
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad expos'd to public view, Made thee in rags, halting to th' press to trudge, Where erro...