Was It A Vision Or A Waking

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

I Will Give You A Definition Of A Proud Man: He Is A Man Who Has Neither Vanity Nor Wisdom One Filled With Hatreds Cannot Be Vain, Neither Can He Be Wise.

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu

There Is Nothing Stable In The World; Uproar's Your Only Music.