Load Every Rift With Ore.

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest. When You Pass'd My Window Home Yesterday, I Was Fill'd With As Much Admiration As If I Had Then Seen You For The First Time...even If You Did Not Love Me I Could Not Help An Entire Devotion To You.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They