Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

Earth Reserves No Blessing For The Unblessed Of Heaven!

He’s More Myself Than I Am

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.