To know no winter's want.
And how housewives, that are so good and painful,
Do unto their husbands prove so good and gainful;
And why the lazy drones to them do prove disdainful—
Hallo my fancy, whither wilt thou go?...
Amidst the foamy ocean,
Fain would I know
What doth cause the motion,
And returning
In its journeying,