Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.

There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.