From Home + 

Some men there are who cannot spare + 

A single tear until they feel + 

The last cold pressure, and the heel + 

Is stamped upon the outmost layer. + 

And, waking, some will sigh to think + 

The clouds have borrowed winter’s wing, + 

Sad winter, when the grasses spring + 

No more about the fountain’s brink. + 

And some would call me coward fool: + 

I lay a claim to better blood, + 

But yet a heap of idle mud + 

Hath power to make me sorrowful. + 