Therestandsasingerinthestreet，Hehasanaudiencemotleyandmeet；
　　AbovehimlowerstheLondonnight，Andaroundthelampsareflaringbright。
　　Hisminstrelsymaybeunchaste-
　　’Tismuchuntothatmotleytaste，AndloudthelaughterheprovokesFromthosesadslavesofobscenejokes。
　　ButwoeismanyapasserbyWhoashegoesturnshalfaneye，ToseethehumanformdineThusCirce-wisechangedintoswine!
　　MakeupthesumofeithersexThatallourhumanhopesperplex，WiththoseunhappyshapesthatknowThesilentstreetsandpalecock-crow。
　　AndcanItraceinsuchdulleyesOffiresidepeaceorcountryskies？
　　AndcouldthosehaggardcheekspresumeTomemoriesofaMay-tidebloom？
　　ThoseolatedformshavebeenTheprideofmanyafloweringgreen；
　　AndstilltherginbosomheavesWithdaisymeadsanddewyleaves。
　　ButstygiandarknessreignswithinThererofdeathfromthefountsofsin；
　　AndonepropheticwaterrollsItsgas-litsurfacefortheirsouls。
　　Iwillnothidethetragicsight-
　　Thosedrown’dblacklocks，thosedeadlipswhite，Willrisefromouttheslimyflood，AndcrybeforeGod’sthroneforblood!
　　Thosestiffenedlimbs，thatswollenface，-
　　Pollution’slastandbestembrace，Willcall，assuchapicturecan，Forretributionuponman。
　　Hark!howtheirfeeblelaughterrings，Whilestilltheballad-mongersings，AndflatterstheirunhappybreastsWithpoisonouswordsandpungentjests。
　　OhowwouldeverydaisyblushToseethem’midthatearthycrush!
　　Odumbwouldbetheeveningthrush，Andhoarylookthehawthornbush!
　　ThemeadowsoftheirinfancyWouldshrinkfromthem，andeverytree，Andeverylittlelaughingspot，Wouldhushitselfandknowthemnot。
　　PrecursortowhatblackdespairsWasthatchild’sfacewhichoncewastheirs!
　　AndOtowhataworldofguileWasheraldthatyoungangelsmile!
　　Thatfacewhichtoafather’seyeWasbalmforallanety；
　　Thatsmilewhichtoamother’sheartWentswifterthantheswallow’sdart!
　　Ohappyhomes!thatstilltheyknowAtintervals，withwhatawoeWouldyelookonthem，dimandstrange，Sufferingworsethanwinterchange!
　　AndyetcouldItransplantthemthere，TobreatheagaintheinnocentairOfyouth，andoncemorereconcileTheiroutcastlookswithnature’ssmile；
　　CouldIbutgethemonecleardayOfthisdeliciouslongMay，Releasetheirsoulsfromanguishdark，Andstandthemunderneaththelark；-
　　IthinkthatNaturewouldhavepowerTograftagainherblightedflowerUponthebrokenstem，renewSomeportionofitsearlyhue；-
　　Theheavyfloodoftearsunlock，MorepreciousthantheScripturedrock；
　　Atleastinstilahappiermood，Andbringthembacktowomanhood。
　　Alas!howmanylostonesclaimThisrefugefromdespairandshame!
　　Howmany，longingforthelight，Sinkdeeperintheabyssthisnight!
　　O，cryingsin!O，blushingthought!
　　NotonlyuntothosethatwroughtThemiseryanddeadlyblight；
　　Butthosethatoutcastthemthisnight!
　　O，agonyofgrief!forwhoLessdaintythanhisrace，willdoSuchbattlefortheirhumanright，Asshallawakethisstartlednight？
　　ProclaimthiselhumanpageWilleverblottheGoldenAgeThatpoetsdreamandsaintsinte，Ifitbeunredeemedthisnight？
　　Thisnightofdeepsolemnity，Andverdurousserenity，WhileovereveryfleecyfieldThedewsdescendandodoursyield。
　　Thisnightofgleamingfloodsandfalls，Offorestgloomsandsylvancalls，Ofstarlightonthepebblyrills，Andtwilightonthecirclinghills。
　　Thisnight!whenfromthepathsofmenGreyerrorsteamsasfromafen；
　　Aso’erthisflaringCitywreathesTheblackcloud-vapourthatitbreathes!
　　ThisnightfromwhichamornwillspringBloomingonitsorientwing；
　　AmorntorollwithmanymoreItsghostlyfoamonthetwilightshore。
　　Morn!whenthefateofallmankindHangspoisedindoubt，andmanisblind。
　　HisdutiesofthedaywillseemThefactoflife，andminethedream：
　　Thedestiniesthatbardshavesung，Regenerationtotheyoung，Reverberationofthetruth，Andrtuouscultureuntoyouth!
　　Youth!inwhoseseasonletaboundAllflowersandfruitsthatstrewtheground，Voluptuousjoywhereloveconsents，Andhealthandpleasurepitchtheirtents：
　　Allraptureandallpuredelight；
　　Agardenallunknowntoblight；
　　ButnevertheunnaturalsightThatthrongstheshamelesssongthisnight!
　　UnderboughsofbreathingMay，Inthemildspring-timeIlay，Lonely，forIhadnolove；
　　Andthesweetbirdsallsangforpity，Cuckoo，lark，anddove。
　　Tellme，cuckoo，thenIcried，DareIwooandwedabride？
　　I，likethee，havenohome-nest；
　　Andthetwinnotesthustunedtheirditty，-
　　’Lovecananswerbest。’
　　Nor，warmdovewithtendercoo，HaveIthysoftvoicetowoo，Evenwereadamselby；
　　Andthedeepwoodlandcrooneditsditty，-
　　’Loveherfirstandtry。’
　　NorhaveI，wildlark，thywing，ThatfrombluestheavencanbringBliss，whateverfatebefall；
　　Andthesky-lyristtrilledthisditty，-
　　’Lovewillgetheeall。’
　　SoitchancedwhileJunewasyoung，Wooingwellwithferventsong，Ihadwonadamselcoy；
　　Andthesweetbirdsthatsangforpity，Jubileedforjoy。
　　Howsweetonsunnyafternoons，Forthosewhojourneylightandwell，ToloiterupahillyriseWhichhidestheprospectfarbeyond，AndfancyallthelandscapelyingBeautifulandstill；
　　Beneathaskyofsummerblue，Whoseroundedcloudlets，foldedsoft，GazeonthescenewhichweawaitAndpicturefromtheirpeacefulness；
　　SocalmlytotheearthincliningFloatthoselongshapes!
　　Likeairybrides，eachsinglingoutAspottoloveandblesswithlove，Theircreamybosomsglowingwarm，Tilldistancewedsthemtothehills，AndwithitslatestgleamthererSinksintheirembrace。
　　Andsilverlythererruns，Andmanyagracefulwindhemakes，Byfieldswherefeedthehappyflocks，Andhedge-rowshushingpleasantlanes，ThecharmsofEnglishhomereflectedInhisshiningeye：
　　Ancestraloak，broad-foliagedelm，Richmeadowssunnedandstarredwithflowers，ThecottagebreathingtendersmokeAgainstthebroodinggoldenair，WithglimpsesofastatelymansionOnawoodlandsward；
　　Andcirclinground，aswitharing，Thedistancespreadingamberhaze，Enclosinghillsandpasturessweet；
　　AdepthofsoftandmellowlightWhichfillstheheartwithsuddenyearningAimlessandserene!
　　Nodisenchantmentfollowshere，Fornature’sinspirationmovesThedreamwhichsheherselffulfils；
　　Andhewhoseheart，likevalleywarmth，SteamsupwithjoyatsceneslikethisShallneverbeforlorn。
　　AndOforanyhumansoulTheraptureofawidesurvey-
　　AvalleysweepingtotheWest，Withallitswealthofloveliness，IsmorethanrecompensefordaysThattaughtustoendure。
　　YonuplandslopewhichhidesthesunAscendingfromhiseasterndeeps，AndnowagainstthehuesofdawnOnelevellineoftillagerears；
　　Thefurrowedbrowoftoilandtime；
　　Tomanyitisbutasweepofland!
　　Toothers’tisanAutumntrust，Butuntomeamystery；-
　　Aninfluencestrangeandswiftasdreams；
　　Awhisperingofoldromance；
　　Atemplenakedtotheclouds；
　　Oroneofnature’sbosomsfreshrevealed，Heangwithadoration!thereTheworkofhusbandryisdone，Anddailybreadisdailyearned；
　　NorseemsthereoughttoindicateThespringswhichmoveinmesuchthoughts，Butfrommysoulaspiritcallsthemup。
　　Alldayintotheopensky，Allnighttotheeternalstars，ForeverbothatmornandeveMenmellowdistancesdrawnear，Andshadowslengtheninthedusk，Athwarttheheavensitrollsitsglimmeringline!
　　Whentwilightfromthedream-huedWestSighshush!andallthelandisstill；
　　When，fromthelushempurplingEast，ThetwilightofthecrowingcockPeersonthedrowsyllageroofs，Athwarttheheavensthatglimmeringlineisseen。
　　Andnowbeneaththerisingsun，WhoseshiningchariotoverpeersTheirradiateridge，whilefetlockdeepIntherichsoilhiscoursersplunge-
　　Howgrandinrobesoflightitlooks!
　　Howgloriouswithraresuggestegrace!
　　TheploughmanmountinguptheheightBecomesaglowingshape，asthough’TwereyoungTriptolemus，ploughinhand，WhileCeresinheramberscarfWithgentlelovedirectshimhowTowedthewillingearthandhopeforfruits!
　　ThefurrowsrunninguparefraughtWithmeanings；therethegoddesswalks，WhileProserpineisyoung，andthere-
　　’Midthelateautumnsheaves，hervoiceSobbingandchokedwithdumbdespair-
　　Thenightswillhearherwailingforherchild!
　　Whateverdimtraditiontells，Whateverhistorymayreveal，Orfancy，fromherstarrybrows，Oflightordreamfullustreshed，CouldnotatthissweettimeincreaseThequietconsecrationofthespot。
　　Blestwiththesweatoflabour，blestWiththeyoungsun’sfirstgorousbeams，llagehopeandharvestprayer，-
　　TheheartthatthrobsbeneathitholdsAblisssoperfectinitselfMen’sthoughtsmustborrowratherthanbestow。
　　Nowstandingonthishedgesidepath，UpwhichtheeveningwindsareblowingWildlyfromthelingeringlinesOfsunseto’erthehills；
　　Unaidedbyonemotethought，MyspiritwithastrangeimpulsionRises，likeafledgling，Whosewingsarenotmature，butstillSupportedbyitsstrongdesireBeatsupitsnateairandleavesThetendermother’snest。
　　Greatmusicunderheavenismade，AndinthetrackofrushingdarknessComesthesolemnshapeofnight，Andbroodsabovetheearth。
　　AthingofNatureamInow，Abroad，withoutasenseorfeelingBornnotofherbosom；
　　Contentwithallhertruthsandfates；
　　Ev’nasyonstripofgrassthatbowsAbovethenew-bornoletbloom，Andsingswithwoodandfield。
　　Lo，asatree，whosewintrytwigsDrinkinthesunwithfibrousjoy，AnddownintoitsdampestrootsThrillsquickenedwiththedraughtoflife，Iwakeuntothedawn，andleavemygriefstodrowse。
　　Iriseanddrinkthefreshsweetair：
　　EachdraughtafuturebudofSpring；
　　Eachglanceofblueabirthofgreen；
　　IwillnotmimicyonderoakThatdallieswithdeadleavesev’nwhiletheprimrosepeeps。
　　Butfullofthesewarm-whisperingbeams，LikeMemnoninhismother’seye，-
　　Aurora!whenthestatuestoneMoanedsofttoherpathetictouch，-
　　Mysoulshallownitsparentinthefountsofday!
　　Andeverintherecurringlight，Truetotheprimaljoyofdawn，Forgetitsbarrengriefs；andayeLikeaspensinthefaintestbreezeTurnallitssilversidesandtrembleintosong。