Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

Such A Blush In The Midst Of Brown Was Born, Like Red Poppies Grown With Corn.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

Comfort And Indolence Are Cronies.

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.