The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of God? The Scriptures Of The Skies?

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.