As Long As I Love Beauty I

When On A Summer's Morn I Wake, And Open My Two Eyes, Out To The Clear, Born-singing Rills My Bird-like Spirit Flies. To Hear The Blackbird, Cuckoo, Thrush, Or Any Bird In Song; And Common Leaves That Hum All Day Without A Throat Or Tongue. And When Time Strikes The Hour For Sleep, Back In My Room Alone, My Heart Has Many A Sweet Bird's Song - And One That's All My Own.

What Sweet, What Happy Days Had I,when Dreams Made Time Eternity!

I Turned My Head And Saw The Wind, Not Far From Where I Stood, Dragging The Corn By Her Golden Hair, Into A Dark And Lonely Wood.

It Was The Rainbow Gave Thee Birth, And Left Thee All Her Lovely Hues.

No Matter Where The Body Is, The Mind Is Free To Go Elsewhere.