Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds,

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

In A Drear-nighted December, Too Happy, Happy Tree, Thy Branches Ne'er Remember Their Green Felicity.