Her bonnet was pushed far back; the wind ruffled the bright hair about her forehead; the wonder and glory and delight of it all made her deep eyes shine with a child's curiosity and avid wishfulness.

A sickness of this world it most occasions When best men die; A wishfulness their far condition To occupy.

I looked at sunrise once, And then I looked at them, And wishfulness in me arose For circumstance the same.

A sickness of this world it most occasions When best men die; A wishfulness their far condition To occupy.