O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.

The Barge She Sat In, Like A Burnish'd Throne, Burnt On The Water.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out