I Have Not Loved The World, Nor

The Poetry Of Speech.

The Stars Are Forth, The Moon Above The Tops Of The Snow-shining Mountains--beautiful! I Linger Yet With Nature, For The Night Hath Been To Me A More Familiar Face Than That Of Man, And In Her Starry Shade Of Dim And Solitary Loveliness I Learned The Language Of Another World.

Hearts Will Break - Yet Brokenly, Live On.

In England The Only Homage Which They Pay To Virtue - Is Hypocrisy.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.