O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

What Is There In Thee, Moon! That Thou Should'st Move My Heart So Potently?