I
What deity for dozing Laziness
Devised the lounging leafiness of this
Secluded nook?--And how!--did I distress
His musing ease that fled but now? or his
Communion with some forest-sister, fair
And shy as is the whippoorwill-flower there,
Did I disturb?--Still is the wild moss warm
And fragrant with late pressure,--as the palm
Of some hot Hamadryad, who, a-nap,
Props her hale cheek upon it, while her arm
Is wildflower-buried; in her hair the balm
Of a whole spring of blossoms and of sap.--