Poetry Is The Breath Of Beauty.

We Are Violets Blue, For Our Sweetness Found Careless In The Mossy Shades, Looking On The Ground. Love's Dropp'd Eyelids And A Kiss,-- Such Our Breath And Blueness Is.

With Spots Of Sunny Openings, And With Nooks To Lie And Read In, Sloping Into Brooks.

May Exalting And Humanizing Thoughts Forever Accompany Me, Making Me Confident Without Pride, And Modest Without Servility.

The Most Tangible Of All Visible Mysteries - Fire.

Sympathizing And Selfish People Are Alike, Both Given To Tears.