I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most Unrest.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Thou Wast Not Born For Death, Immortal Bird! No Hungry Generations Tread Thee Down; The Voice I Hear This Passing Night Was Heard In Ancient Days By Emperor And Clown.

In A Drear-nighted December, Too Happy, Happy Tree, Thy Branches Ne'er Remember Their Green Felicity.