Darling rape-seed carelessly lying

In sensual happiness under the sun,

Man, nature and thyself made one;

The richness of thy voice is vying

With that full chord where sunset colors blend.

Twas only simulated lack of ruth

That she be wrestled with and won as Truth,

Surely thy mother did her sanction lend...

She without gear, yet opulent with dower -

Fair field unplowed - and thou the ultimate flower.