Nature and Elements

The turtle lives ’twixt plated decks

Oft, in the stilly night,

’Tis the last rose of summer

’Tis the last rose of summer

I never nursed a dear gazelle,

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn’t amusing herself with me more than I am with her?

The sun to me is dark

The evening star,

Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat

There Leviathan

Him there they found

Not that fair field

Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.

To perish rather, swallowed up and lost

A shout that tore hell’s concave, and beyond

And when night

So when the sun in bed,

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,

Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

Meadows trim with daisies pied,

Hide me from day’s garish eye.