If I had the eyes, I wouldn't see the feded FIELDS,
If I had the hands, I wouldn't cut the green TREES,
If I had the legs, I wouldn't walk on the RABBISH,
If I had nose , I wouldn't smell the MOLASIS, ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!