LF I sing—a simple, separate Person;
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse
Of Physiology from top to toe I sing;
Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse—I say the Form complete is worthier far;
Somewhere is music from the linnets' bills,
And thro' the sunny flowers the bee-wings drone,
And white bells of convolvulus on hills Of quiet May make silent ringing, blown Hither and thither by the wind of showers,
And somewhere al...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head,
Which precludes alike thought or repose,
How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes
How little one feels For the waltzes and reels Of ou...