Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown;

So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human Wit.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain