Like Crusoe, Walking By The Lonely Strand And Seeing A Human Footprint On The Sand, Have I This Day Been Startled, Finding Here, Set In Brown Mould And Delicately Clear, Spring'S Footprint--The First Crocus Of The Year! O Sweet Invasion! Farewell Solitude! Soon Shall Wild Creatures Of The Field And Wood Flock From All Sides With Much Ado And Stir, And Make Of Me Most Willing Prisoner!