Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

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

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.

Parting They Seemed To Tread Upon The Air, Twin Roses By The Zephyr Blown Apart Only To Meet Again More Close.

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.

Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye, Where Are They? Think Not Of Them; Thou Has Thy Music Too.