And Weep The More, Because I Weep

The Time Will Come, When Thou Shalt Lift Thine Eyes To Watch A Long-drawn Battle In The Skies. While Aged Peasants, Too Amazed For Words, Stare At The Flying Fleets Of Wondrous Birds.

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene, The Dark Unfathomed Caves Of Ocean Bear.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.

The Insect-youth Are On The Wing, Eager To Taste The Honied Spring, And Float Amid The Liquid Noon!