Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

Fanatics Have Their Dreams, Wherewith They Weave A Paradise For A Sect.

Give Me Books, French Wine, Fruit, Fine Weather And A Little Music Played Out Of Doors By Somebody I Do Not Know.

I Always Made An Awkward Bow.

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.

Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Ye Have Left Your Souls On Earth! Have Ye Souls In Heaven Too, Double-lived In Regions New?