As old a Power's cogitation roll.
Teach thee?—Presumption! thought is young and dull—
Question thy God what God is, soul what soul."
THE RAIN-CROW.
THEE freckled August, dozing hot and blonde
Oft 'neath a wheat-stack in the white-topped mead—
In her full hair brown ox-eyed daisies wound—
O water-gurgler, lends a sleepy heed:
Half-lidded eyes a purple iron-weed