"Open the bars and make me room.

Let me wade. waist-d-ep. in the yellow bloom.

Let me revel at will, let me gather my fill,

Let me touch their plumes with revereur hands.

Let me tread where the wealth of blossom stands.

With the pomp of gold. in the glowing land--.

Fine As Feather And Soft As Down Is Its Petaled Plume- the very crown Of the fair and the fine and the rare design . Fair as the ore. when wrought and rolled. Fine as the fretting of filagree gold".

- Jennie Maxwell Paine.