Nature had long a treasure made,
Of all her choicest store,
Fearing, when she should be decayed,
To beg in vain for more.

Her orientest colours there,
And essences most pure,
With sweetest perfumes hoarded were,
All, as she thought, secure,

She seldom them unlocked or used
But with the nicest care;
For, with one grain of them diffused,
She could the world repair.

But likeness soon together drew,
What she did separate lay;
Of which one perfect beauty grew,
And that was Celia.

Love wisely had of long foreseen
That he must once grow old,
And therefore stored a magazine
To save him from the cold.

He kept the several cells replete
With nitre thrice refined,
The naphtha’s and the sulphur’s heat,
And all that burns the mind.

He fortified the double gate,
And rarely thither came;
For, with one spark of these, he straight
All nature could inflame.

Till, by vicinity so long,
A nearer way they sought,
And, grown magnetically strong,
Into each other wrought.

Thus all his fuel did unite
To make one fire high:
None ever burned so hot, so bright:
And, Celia, that am I.

So we alone the happy rest,
Whilst all the world is poor,
And have within ourselves possessed
All love's and nature’s store.

I laid me down upon the shore 
And dreamed a little space; 
I heard the great waves break and roar; 
The sun was on my face. 
 
My idle hands and fingers brown 
Played with the pebbles grey; 
The waves came up, the waves went down, 
Must thundering and gay. 
 
The pebbles, they were smooth and round 
And warm upon my hands, 
Like little people I had found 
Sitting among the sands. 
 
The grains of sand so shining-small 
Soft through my fingers ran; 
The sun shone down upon it all, 
And so my dream began: 
 
How all of this had been before: 
How ages far away 
I lay on some forgotten shore 
As here I lie today. 
 
The waves came shining up the sands, 
As here today they shine; 
And in my pre-Pelasgian hands 
The sand was warm and fine. 
 
I have forgotten whence I came, 
Or what my home might be, 
Or by what strange and savage name 
I called that thundering sea. 
 
I only know the sun shone down 
As still it shines today, 
And in my fingers long and brown 
The little pebbles lay.