I fell upon the bosom of man
Over the daisies and silver meads
To rise with the sun and ride with the same
As the will full squirrels way
In the happy idleness of that sweet moon
I watch it as simply as my breath
How can’t with stand the rays of sun
For a moment , i was started
That it can’t step beyond the nature
I felt it in my blind sense – as
It cannot die so soon
My soul that i may dare in war faring
Along with it came to know
It is last in the loving floating air
By making it’s way to a new drop of dew
