Secret And Wise As Nature, Like The Wind Melancholy Or Light-Hearted Without Reason, And Like The Waxing Or The Waning Moon Ever Pale And Lovely: You Are Like These Because You Are Free And Live By Your Own Law; While I, Desiring Life And Half Alive, Dream, Hope, Regret And Fear And Blunder On. Your Beauty Is Your Life And My Content, And I Will Liken You To An Apple-Tree, Mary And Margaret Playing Under The Branches, And Everywhere Soft Shadows Like Your Eyes, And Scattered Blossom Like Your Little Smiles.