Never Seek To Tell Thy

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!

The Errors Of A Wise Man Make Your Rule Rather Than The Perfections Of A Fool.

The Angel That Presided O'er My Birth Said, 'little Creature, Formed Of Joy And Mirth, Go Love Without The Help Of Any Thing On Earth'.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.