I On The Other Side Us'd No

O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.

A Thousand Fantasies Begin To Throng Into My Memory, Of Calling Shapes, And Beckoning Shadows Dire, And Airy Tongues That Syllable Men's Names On Sands And Shores And Desert Wildernesses

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.