They Are Perfect; How Else?-they Shall Never

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

And Let Them Pass, As They Will Too Soon, With The Bean-flowers' Boon, And The Blackbird's Tune, And May, And June!