When strawberries go begging, and the sleek Blue plums lie open to the blackbird’s beak, We shall live well — we shall live very well. - Elinor Wylie

One man stands as free men stand As if his soul might be Brave, unbroken; see his hand Nailed to an oaken tree.

When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore; We’ll live among wild peach trees, miles from town, You’ll wear a coonskin cap, and I a gown Homespun, dyed butternut’s dark gold color. Lost, like your lotus-eating ancestor, We’ll swim in milk and honey till we drown.

Under oak, ash and thorn My soul was born. Under thorn, oak and ash My body bent to the lash.