I Only Know That Summer Sang In

Dust In An Urn Long Since, Dispersed And Dead Is Great Apollo; And The Happier He

Youth, Have No Pity; Leave No Farthing Here For Age To Invest In Compromise And Fear.

I Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground.

The Fabric Of My Faithful Love No Power Shall Dim Or Ravel Whilst I Stay Here - But Oh, My Dear, If I Should Ever Travel!

If I Could Have Two Things In One: The Peace Of The Grave, And The Light Of The Sun.