I Don't Need The Stars In The

I Had A Dove And The Sweet Dove Died; And I Have Thought It Died Of Grieving: O, What Could It Grieve For? Its Feet Were Tied, With A Silken Thread Of My Own Hands' Weaving.

What Is There In Thee, Moon! That Thou Should'st Move My Heart So Potently?

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

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

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever