Open Afresh Your Rounds Of

A Little Noiseless Noise Among The Leaves, Born Of The Very Sigh That Silence Heaves.

The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i Am Glad There Is Such A Thing As The Grave-i Am Sure I Shall Never Have Any Rest Till I Get There.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Ye Have Left Your Souls On Earth! Have Ye Souls In Heaven Too, Double-lived In Regions New?