What So Wild As Words Are?

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.