OF .RICHARD JEFFERIES 



4 My life and soul,' as if he were a Greek, 

 His heart was Grecian in his green- 

 wood fane ; 



1 My life and soul,' through all the sunny 

 week 

 The chaffinch sang with beating heart 

 amain. 



'The humble-bee the wide wood-world 

 may roam ; 



One feather's breadth I shall not stir 

 from home.' 



No note he took of what the swallows 

 said 



About the firing of some evil gun, 

 Nor if the butterflies were blue or red, 



For all his feelings were intent in one. 

 The loving soul, a-thrill in all his nerves, 

 A life immortal as a man's deserves. 



Edinburgh: T. and A. CONSTABLE 

 Printers to Her Majesty 



