Paracelsus.
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Those creaking trees bent with their fruit—and see
That apple-tree with a rare after-birth
Of peeping blooms sprinkled its wealth among;
And for the winds—what wind that ever raved
Shall vex that ash that overlooks the rest,
So proud it wears its berries. Ah! at length,
The old smile meet for her, the lady of this
Sequester'd nest! This kingdom, limited
Alone by one old populous green wall,
Tenanted by the ever-busy flies,
Grey crickets, and shy lizards, and quick spiders,
All families of the silver-threaded moss—
Which look through, near, this way, and it appears
A stubble-field, or a cane-brake—a marsh
Of bulrush whitening in the sun: laugh now!
Fancy the crickets, each one in his house,
Looking out and wondering at the world—or best,
The painted snail, with his gay shell of dew,
Travelling to see the glossy balls high up
Hung by the caterpillar, like gold lamps.
That apple-tree with a rare after-birth
Of peeping blooms sprinkled its wealth among;
And for the winds—what wind that ever raved
Shall vex that ash that overlooks the rest,
So proud it wears its berries. Ah! at length,
The old smile meet for her, the lady of this
Sequester'd nest! This kingdom, limited
Alone by one old populous green wall,
Tenanted by the ever-busy flies,
Grey crickets, and shy lizards, and quick spiders,
All families of the silver-threaded moss—
Which look through, near, this way, and it appears
A stubble-field, or a cane-brake—a marsh
Of bulrush whitening in the sun: laugh now!
Fancy the crickets, each one in his house,
Looking out and wondering at the world—or best,
The painted snail, with his gay shell of dew,
Travelling to see the glossy balls high up
Hung by the caterpillar, like gold lamps.
Mich.In truth we have lived carelessly and well!
Par.And shall, my perfect pair—each, trust me, born
