Huffy Henry hid the day,

Unappeasable Henry sulked.

I see his point, -- a trying to put things over.

It was the thought that they thought

They could do it made Henry wicked & away.

But he should have come out and talked.


All the world like a woolen lover

Once did seem on Henry’s side.

Then came a departure.

Thereafter nothing fell out as it might or ought.

I don’t see how Henry, pried

Open for all the world to see, survived.


What he has now to say is a long

Wonder the world can bear & be.

Once in a sycamore I was glad

All at the top, and I sang.

Hard on the land wears the strong sea

And empty grows every bed.