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 1     I|    above!~ Pour from those lips soft syllables to win~ Peace
 2     I|     round,~ Even as the water's soft and supple bulk~ Becoming
 3     I|       some things are fashioned soft -~ Air, water, earth, and
 4     I|      primal germs themselves be soft,~ Reason cannot be brought
 5     I|       motion, and allow~ Things soft and loosely textured to
 6     I| philosophers ascribe to things~ Soft primal germs, which we behold
 7     I|   unless hard food and moisture soft~ Recruited man, his frame
 8    II|      lounge with friends in the soft grass~ Beside a river of
 9    II|         and conchs, where, with soft waves, the sea~ Beats on
10    II|      pliant mortal, with a body soft;~ The brittle mortal, with
11    II|        are wont to feel~ ~ When soft they make them; for all
12    II|          we see,~ Are fashioned soft and of a mortal frame.~
13    II|    Quiver and quake inside, but soft delight,~ When they remove
14   III|     dust, or chalk that settles soft;~ Nor mists of night, nor
15    IV|         members down in slumber soft~ And all the body lies in
16    IV|    constrained to perceive~ The soft, the cold, the hot apart,
17    IV|      ancienter than cushions of soft beds,~ And quenching thirst
18    IV|       hounds of huntsmen oft in soft repose~ Yet toss asudden
19     V|  growing boy to bloom~ With the soft down and let from both his
20     V|       from both his cheeks~ The soft beard fall. And lastly,
21     V|         And tell what first the soft young fields of earth~ With
22     V|         their bed~ Abounding in soft down. Earth's newness then~
23     V|    their ruddy cheeks~ With the soft down. So never deem, percase,~
24     V|  menacings as lightly too;~ Nor soft seductions of a serene sea~
25     V|    lounging with friends in the soft grass~ Beside a river of
26    VI|   highways dried~ By winds, and soft mud crusted o'er at dawn.~ ~