A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without

I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies, But Not An Angry Father.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.

Never Wedding, Ever Wooing, Still A Lovelorn Heart Pursuing, Read You Not The Wrong You're Doing In My Cheek's Pale Hue? All My Life With Sorrow Strewing; Wed Or Cease To Woo.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.