Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

Alas! When Passion Is Both Meek And Wild!

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.