One heaved the golden weight
For thee shall none a requiem say?
Too huge for me to hold,
To stop without a farmhouse near
Their offers should not charm us,
A poet could not be but gay,
Covered close lest they should look;
Some writhed into the ground,
Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling;
Lizzie veiled her blushes:
One heaved the golden weight
For thee shall none a requiem say?
Too huge for me to hold,
To stop without a farmhouse near
Their offers should not charm us,
A poet could not be but gay,
Covered close lest they should look;
Some writhed into the ground,
Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling;
Lizzie veiled her blushes: