In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean: Meaning, however, is no great matter) Where woods are a-tremble, with rifts atween; ...
'Tis but a box, of modest deal; Directed to no matter where: Yet down my cheek the teardrops steal - Yes, I am blubbering like a seal; For on it is this mute appeal, "With care." ...