Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This

Deep In The Shady Sadness Of A Vale Far Sunken From The Healthy Breath Of Morn, Far From The Fiery Noon And Eve's One Star, Sat Gray-haired Saturn, Quiet As A Stone, Still As The Silence Round About His Lair.

I Compare Human Life To A Large Mansion Of Many Apartments, Two Of Which I Can Only Describe, The Doors Of The Rest Being As Yet Shut Upon Me.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.