I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them.

Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair!

To-morrow it seem Like the empty words of a dream Remembered on waking.

They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to the knees.

Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view?

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game. Better bullets than yours would miss the white breast Better mirrors than yours would crack in the flame. Does i…

And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers. There are heroes in the seaweed, There are children in the morning, They are leaning out for…