What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.