Oh,sweet my heart,let nature dissolve me.
In her greens I am allowed to be.
While in the city politicians cry
And 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 fuzzy bee.
For all of us, our end is ever nigh
Enchanted as the dove that homewards flies.
Be comfortless in notoriety
Oh,cease my heart,let deep green swallow me.