I Find I Cannot Exist

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.

Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse Belong, And Doubly Sweet A Brotherhood In Song.

Should Disappointment, Parent Of Despair, Strive For Her Son To Seize My Careless Heart; When, Like A Cloud, He Sits Upon The Air, Preparing On His Spell-bound Prey To Dart: Chase Him Away, Sweet Hope, With Visage Bright, And Fright Him As The Morning Frightens Night!

They Swayed About Upon A Rocking Horse, And Thought It Pegasus.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.