I Love Not Man The Less, But

I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest Between Man And His Maker.

I Learned To Love Despair.

Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose Charms Are Now Extending Up From Legs To Arms.

But I Had Not Quite Fixed Whether To Make Him [don Juan] End In Hell-or In An Unhappy Marriage,-not Knowing Which Would Be The Severest.

With Flowing Tail And Flying Mane, Wide Nostrils Never Stretched By Pain, Mouth Bloodless To Bit Or Rein, And Feet That Iron Never Shod, And Flanks Unscar'd By Spur Or Rod, A Thousand Horses - The Wild - The Free - Like Waves That Follow O'er The Sea, Came Thickly Thundering On.