A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

To The Very Last, He [napoleon] Had A Kind Of Idea; That, Namely, Of La Carrière Ouverte Aux Talents, - The Tools To Him That Can Handle Them.

There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.

... For, By All The Stars That Tend Thy Bidding, I Do Think The Bars That Kept My Spirit In Are Burst - That I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!