O Sleep, We Are Beholden To Thee,

Man Is The Miracle In Nature. God Is The One Miracle To Man. Behold, "there Is A God," Thou Sayest. Thou Sayest Well: In That Thou Sayest All. To Be Is More Of Wonderful, Than Being, To Have Wrought, Or Reigned, Or Rested.

O Fateful Flower Beside The Rill- The Daffodil, The Daffodil!

When I Remember Something Which I Had, But Which Is Gone, And I Must Do Without, I Sometimes Wonder How I Can Be Glad, Even In Cowslip Time When Hedges Sprout; It Makes Me Sigh To Think On It,--but Yet My Days Will Not Be Better Days, Should I Forget.

The Moon Looks Upon Many Night Flowers; The Night Flowers See But One Moon.

I Don't Want To Die. But I Want To Be Dead.