Sidney Lanier

“ With hands a-grope he felt smooth Nature’s grace,
Drew her to breast and kissed her sweetheart face:
Yea man found neighbors in great hills and trees
And streams and clouds and suns and birds and bees,
And throbbed with neighbor-loves in loving these.
But oh, the poor! the poor! the poor!
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade’s hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their monstrous foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody! ”

“ To be thy knight until my dying day.’
Woe him that cunning trades in hearts contrives!
Base love good women to base loving drives.
If men loved larger, larger were our lives;
And wooed they nobler, won they nobler wives. ”

“ Much time is run, and man hath changed his ways,
Since Nature, in the antique fable-days,
Was hid from man’s true love by proxy fays,
False fauns and rascal gods that stole her praise.
The nymphs, cold creatures of man’s colder brain,
Chilled Nature’s streams till man’s warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
Later, a sweet Voice ‘Love thy neighbor’ said ”