Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds,

You Are Always New To Me.

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

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

Fast Fading Violets Cover'd Up In Leaves; And Mid-may's Eldest Child, The Coming Musk-rose, Full Of Dewy Wine, The Murmurous Haunt Of Flies On Summer Eves.