Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee, Thou

You Have Left Me So Long To Struggle Against Death, Alone, That I Feel And See Only Death! I Feel Like Death!

Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea And Bad Temper!

I've Dreamt In My Life Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

A Heaven So Clear, An Earth So Calm, So Sweet, So Soft, So Hushed An Air; And, Deepening Still The Dreamlike Charm, Wild Moor-sheep Feeding Everywhere.