The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children. The Mighty Abstract Idea I Have Of Beauty In All Things Stifles The More Divided And Minute Domestic Happiness.

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

Asleep In Lap Of Legends Old.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

Let Us Away, My Love, With Happy Speed; There Are No Ears To Hear, Or Eyes To See, - Drown'd All In Rhenish And The Sleepy Mead. Awake! Arise! My Love And Fearless Be, For O'er The Southern Moors I Have A Home For Thee.