Nothing Is Finer For The Purposes Of

Faded The Flower And All Its Budded Charms,faded The Sight Of Beauty From My Eyes,faded The Shape Of Beauty From My Arms,faded The Voice, Warmth, Whiteness, Paradise!vanishd Unseasonably

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.

What Is There In Thee, Moon! That Thou Should'st Move My Heart So Potently?

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.