There Is Nothing Stable In The World;

Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane And Mad.

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

Should Disappointment, Parent Of Despair, Strive For Her Son To Seize My Careless Heart; When, Like A Cloud, He Sits Upon The Air, Preparing On His Spell-bound Prey To Dart: Chase Him Away, Sweet Hope, With Visage Bright, And Fright Him As The Morning Frightens Night!

Like A Mermaid In Sea-weed, She Dreams Awake, Trembling In Her Soft And Chilly Nest.