I Will Clamber Through The

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

Dry Your Eyes O Dry Your Eyes, For I Was Taught In Paradise To Ease My Breast Of Melodies.

Dance And Provencal Song And Sunburnt Mirth! On For A Beaker Full Of The Warm South, Full Of The True, The Blushful Hippocrene! With Beaded Bubbles Winking At The Brim, And Purple-stained Mouth.

Death Is Life's High Meed.