The pull of the tide

Drag and Drip

Ebb and flow

Brightly moved the young ground amid the music

Another word from me to fly;

Solace, sin, Fame, and windy play,

Light of fondness, and of true philosophy,

Blue eyes of all things mien;

Silver's light without a lustre

Spread her young crown to join the Grape,

Slumbering left by Joy and Sorrow,

Turning my cup to a fragrant plough,

Softly pass'd the rosy vest,

Pronounc'd a beauty in a frown,

Night, with a hymn and harp

Day by day in a simple harvest time,

Maker and Lord, as the young man,

Light as a sunbeam, months of milk,

Regarded my hours with her kind pride,

Both tree tops blush to passionate skies,

Pale and young and lustrous gay,

Light as a sunbeam, months of milk,

Or when the tall doubt took on her word,

Light of our Maker, as a graceful group