God, too, delights in play--
            In sniffing petals coloured as deep beyond the skin;
                        In carousing the heroine’s landscape
For puzzle pieces, grass beds, and open doors;
For sandcastles, frosted ornamentation,
And dollhouses only tinkered with in imagination, and memory.

Anything, that considers creation,
            Through the final scrapings by white nails
                        Or smoothened between palm
Lifelines and weariness, continents, ouerves;
Praise for such sweets.