Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
They’re seated side by side;
Wave chases wave in pleasant flow;
The bay is fair and wide.
The ripples lightly tap the boat;
Loose! Give her to the wind!
She shoots ahead; they’re all afloat;
The strand is far behind.
No danger reach so fair a crew!
Thou goddess of the...
Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She woos the tardy Spring:
Till April starts, and calls around
The sleeping fragrance from the ground,
And lightly o’er the living scene
Scatters his freshest, tenderest green.
New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Frisking ply...
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain ;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering ;
And then, to go to sleep ;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The...
There is an arid Pleasure —
As different from Joy —
As Frost is different from Dew —
Like element — are they —
Yet one — rejoices Flowers —
And one — the Flowers abhor —
The finest Honey — curdled —
Is worthless — to the Bee —
