Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

I Saw Pale Kings And Princes Too, Pale Warriors, Death-pale Were They All; They Cried- "la Belle Dame Sans Merci Hath Thee In Thrall!

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.