And Shade The Violets, That

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart’s Affections And The Truth Of The Imagination – What The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth – Whether It Existed Before Or Not – For I Have The Same Idea Of All Our Passions As Of Love They Are All In Their Sublime, Creative Of Essential Beauty . . .

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.