Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring
And now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling,
That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight;
While arching oxeye doubles with his weight.
Next on the cat-tail-grass with farther bound
He springs, that bends until they touch the ground.

Wingletting with the golden scrawl
Of its finest sinews,
The grasshopper loaded its trailer-belly
With many coastal herbs and faiths.
"Ping, ping, ping!" tra-lah-ed the zingzinger.
O, swanderful!
O, illuminate!

A child need not be very clever
To learn that "Later, dear" means "Never."

I Vaaren er hver Blomst en Flamme,
I Høsten er hver Blomst en Frugt.
Viis Du, o Digter, os det Samme
I dette Jordlivs snare Flugt!

You are my love's granary,
I pour out my water-steeped fertility
unstintingly, to stop does nor occur to me.

Suddenly I see you've slipped away,
I search for you, my heart-usurping boy, then
find you've fled, there was a ladder in back to step down.

Scarlet the poppies
Blue the corn-flowers,
Golden the wheat.
Gold for the Eternal:
Blue for Our Lady:
Red for the five
Wounds of her Son.

Let us move to a land where only flowers are cultivated,
gardens throughout the year remain full of flowers;
there men satisfy their hunger only on perfume
and satisfy their thirst of Sahara-soul in beauty.

What country maiden charms thy heart,
However fair, however sweet,
Who has not learned by gracious Art
To draw her dress around her feet?

Of men he would have raised to light he fell:
In soul he conquered with those nerveless hands.
His country's pride and her abasement knell
The Man of England circled by the sands.

GOOSEY, goosey, gander,
Whither will you wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber!