Pleasure's A Moth, That Sleeps By Day

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

And Hear The Pleasant Cockoo, Loud And Long - The Simple Bird That Thinks Two Notes A Song.

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.

I Love Thee For A Heart That’s Kind--not For The Knowledge In Thy Mind.

As Long As I Love Beauty I Am Young.