Pine Bough –
A feather from the Whippowil
That everlasting sings –
Whose Galleries are Sunrise –
Whose Stanzas, are the Springs –
Whose Emerald Nest – the Ages spin –
With mellow – murmuring Thread –
Whose Beryl Egg, what School-
Boys hunt –
In ″Recess″, Overhead!
I lost a World – the other day!
Has Anybody found?
You’ll know it by the Row of Stars
Around it’s forehead bound!
A Rich man – might not notice it –
Yet – to my frugal Eye,
Of more Esteem than Ducats –
Oh find it – Sir for me!