A Pard-like Spirit, Beautiful And Swift.

Chameleons Feed On Light And Air: Poets Food Is Love And Fame.

Worlds On Worlds Are Rolling Ever From Creation To Decay, Like The Bubbles On A River Sparkling, Bursting, Borne Away.

Sometimes The Devil Is A Gentleman.

The World Is Weary Of The Past, Oh, Might It Die Or Rest At Last!

Dar'st Thou Amid The Varied Multitude To Live Alone, An Isolated Thing?