Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds,

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

'tis The Witching Hour Of Night, Orbed Is The Moon And Bright. And The Stars They Glisten, Glisten, Seeming With Bright Eyes To Listen- For What Listen They?

You Are Always New To Me.