Oh, sweet my heart, let nature dissolve me.
In her deep greens, I am allowed to be.
While in the city politicians cry
From my lips I hear a solemn sigh.
Oh , foolish world that foolish men are free.
What torment that we need society
And cannot dwell like birds in winter trees.
Or like the spider weaving webs defy.
Release my heart, let nature dissolve me.
The rich are common in momentous fee.
Unlike the insects and the fur-clad bee.
For all of us, our end is sweetly nigh
Enchanted as the dove that homewards flies.
Be comfortless in notoriety,
Oh, cease my heart, let deep green digest me.
