We Have Woven A Web, You And

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

Stop And Consider! Life Is But A Day

O For Ten Years, That I May Overwhelm / Myself In Poesy; So I May Do The Deed / That My Own Soul Has To Itself Decreed.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.