When We Two Parted In Silence And

Oh, Nature's Noblest Gift, My Grey Goose Quill, Slave Of My Thoughts, Obedient To My Will, Torn From The Parent Bird To Form A Pen, That Mighty Instrument Of Little Men.

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

The Lapse Of Ages Changes All Things - Time, Language, The Earth, The Bounds Of The Sea, The Stars Of The Sky, And Every Thing About, Around, And Underneath Man, Except Man Himself.

Poetry Should Only Occupy The Idle.

Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.