Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

I Have So Much Of You In My Heart.

When I Behold, Upon The Night's Starr'd Face, Huge Cloudy Symbols Of A High Romance, And Think That I May Never Live To Trace Their Shadows, With The Magic Hand Of Chance.

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent, ’tis Very Sweet To Look Into The Fair And Open Face Of Heaven, — To Breathe A Prayer Full In The Smile Of The Blue Firmament.