We Few. We Happy Few. We Band

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

Then Was I As A Tree Whose Boughs Did Bend With Fruit; But In One Night, A Storm Or Robbery, Call It What You Will, Shook Down My Mellow Hangings, Nay, My Leaves, And Left Me Bare To Weather.

And When I Am Forgotten, As I Shall Be, And Asleep In Dull Cold Marble, Where No Mention Of Me Must Be Heard Of, Say, I Taught Thee.