* * *。，Lo, a sea upon land held career
。，And this he deemed might be boon of love to a breast
In patience, past flowing of tides.。，And song and blood are pure,
Swift to building work addressed,。，Divinely thrilled was the man, exultingly full,
THE LARK ASCENDING。，When at dawn she sighs, and like an infant to the window
Veneration for teachings devout,。，As the wave breaks to grasp and to spurn,
。，Breathless, given up to sun and gnat and fly.
When her mother tends her before the lighted mirror,。，And there vitality, there, there solely in song,
Of aspens when their chattering net。，To earth he sought, and the link of their life with ours:
XI。，Serenity in ravishment
As of legions of thunderful horse。，
Love! O Love! the Rose appears,。，We want the key of his wild note
。，Sights that made the unsighted appear,
Yellow with stonecrop; the moss-mounds are yellow;。，Boldly she sings, to the merry tune she marches,
Carols nature, counsel men.。，Inveterate, swell its return.
。，A song, beheld in fulfilment the unfulfilled.
* * *。，III
，XIII。，Clove the fountaining lake with a plough,