I Should Like To Know

I Have A Passion For The Name Of "mary," For Once It Was A Magic Sound To Me, And Still It Half Calls Up The Realms Of Fairy, Where I Beheld What Never Was To Be.

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull