Shall throw strong light when our season is fleeing,。，She is steadfast as a star,
Howsoever, she's made up of wonderful stuff.。，
Ay, the soul in her body must be a stout cord;。，And the whistling of the bramble, the piping of the weed!
He would chain me, upbraid me, burn deep brands for hate,。，Red rose and white in the garden;
His mantle streaming thunderingly behind,。，With a shivering chin and never a tear:
。，If you eye it a minute 'll have the same look:
She in her children is growing.。，
And stiffened on the ground in peace。，BY MORNING TWILIGHT
She can be as wise as we,。，Shouting the glories of his nation,
Irreligious I'm not; but I look on this sphere。，
O great was the wonder, and loud the wail:。，O had you but done as I bade you, my child!
Discerned them as their leaves took flight,。，At pasture! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff
But I have a devil within to let out:。，
The injustice to each spreads a common content;。，
And from thy bosom outcast。，With isles of fireless purple lying through:
，IX。，Can she die? O, take her kiss!