I. Fleet Swallows Soared And Darted 'Neath Empty Vaults Of Blue; Thick Leaves Close Clung Or Parted To Let The Sunlight Through; Each Wild Rose, Honey-Hearted, Bowed Full Of Living Dew. Ii. Down Deep, Fair Fields Of Heaven, Beat Wafts Of Air And Balm, From Southmost Islands Driven And Continents Of Calm; Bland Winds By Which Were Given Hid Hints Of Rustling Palm. Iii. High Birds Soared High To Hover; Thick Leaves Close Clung To Slip; Wild Rose And Snowy Clover Were Warm For Winds To Dip, And One Ungentle Lover, A Bee With Robber Lip. Iv. Dart On, O Buoyant Swallow! Kiss Leaves And Willing Rose! Whose Musk The Sly Winds Follow, And Bee That Booming Goes; - But In This Quiet Hollow I'll Walk, Which No One Knows. V. None Save The Moon That Shineth At Night Through Rifted Trees; The Lonely Flower That Twineth Frail Blooms That No One Sees; The Whippoorwill That Pineth; The Sad, Sweet-Swaying Breeze; Vi. The Lone White Stars That Glitter; The Stream'S Complaining Wave; Gray Bats That Dodge And Flitter; Black Crickets Hid That Rave; And Me Whose Life Is Bitter, And One White Head Stone Grave.