To draw your water, hew your wood, 

 And lighten all your need; 

 To do your sowing and your tilling; 

 But to be bright and always willing, 

 And have no other creed." 

 All bronzed and bearded was his face; 

 He had a rapture and a grace 

 From living in the wild; 

 As he stared around and strangely spoke 

 He lookèd not like other folk, 

 But as an eager child. 

 

 

 The Poet and the Lily. 

 A poet was born in a modern time, 

 'Neath Saturn and his Rings, 

 He was a child of the world's prime, 

 Knew all beautiful things. 

 He was a child of morning and mirth, 

 Laughing for joy of the sun, 

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