Rose in brain from rose in blood.。，Nigh the poppy-droop of Day.
Of a fire beaten flat by the gale,。，Forward our blown lamps discern,
Upon hindlegs went sportive, or plied,。，Grace to glory magnified,
But have care.。，O shining in sunlight, chief
Enter these enchanted woods,。，Spied below, will Reason mount
VI。，Up their branches the little birds billed:
There meet all: too late look most.。，'Twas rather good haste to use
Curve and ramp from the vast swan-wave:。，As men utter a vow.
All his orbit may exclude;。，Though she sang but a Song of Days,
Of the storm-swollen ravine stream。，
The Beneficent, Hers, who bade。，
Have you by the hair.。，With more warmth than in that world
Where a race of water chirps,。，Ay, and over every height
The chiefs pressing hot on the strand,。，When men to their labour are sworn.
Of life-light: for whose dark lap。，
Scarce a bramble weaves a fence,。，More than waves a swimmer cleaves.
，Granaries you will have a store。，THE WOODS OF WESTERMAIN