TO THE DAISY (BRIGHT FLOWER, WHOSE HOME)
WHEN, TO THE ATTRACTIONS OF THE BUSY WORLD
A FAREWELL
I GRIEVED FOR BUONAPARTE, WITH A VAIN
EARTH HAS NOT ANYTHING TO SHOW MORE FAIR
IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING, CALM AND FREE
FAIR STAR OF EVENING, SPLENDOUR OF THE WEST
IS IT A REED THAT'S SHAKEN BY THE WIND
JONES! AS FROM CALAIS SOUTHWARD YOU AND I
FESTIVALS HAVE I SEEN THAT WERE NOT NAMES
ONCE DID SHE HOLD THE GORGEOUS EAST IN FEE
TOUSSAINT, THE MOST UNHAPPY MAN OF MEN
HERE, ON OUR NATIVE SOIL, WE BREATHE ONCE MORE
WE HAD A FEMALE PASSENGER WHO CAME
INLAND, WITHIN A HOLLOW VALE, I STOOD