O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

Such A Blush In The Midst Of Brown Was Born, Like Red Poppies Grown With Corn.

O Men With Sisters Dear, O Men With Mothers And Wives, It Is Not Linen You 're Wearing Out, But Human Creatures' Lives!

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.