whose hunger, longings lie afar
& cannot this so small ripe Earth
devour with deadly Birth
Match O th'sweetness of the flower
whose sickly arms with every Hour
fall to th'ground--their feeble might
not lasting even through th'night
Or match the patience of the tree
whose weighty Mind its deep eternity
does not extend
to enemy or friend
Match wisest Knowledge's demise
which, with more knowledge: dies