There Is Nothing That Making

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Such Sober Certainty Of Waking Bliss.

Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.

Thus With The Year Seasons Return, But Not To Me Returns Day, Or The Sweet Approach Of Ev'n Or Morn, Or Sight Of Vernal Bloom, Or Summer's Rose, Or Flocks, Or Herds, Or Human Face Divine.