Thy Liquid Notes That Close

Fairy Damsels Met In Forest Wide / By Knights Of Logres, Or Of Lyones, / Lancelot Or Pelleas, Or Pellenore.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

Such Sober Certainty Of Waking Bliss.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

How Often From The Steep Of Echoing Hill Or Thicket Have We Heard Celestial Voices To The Midnight Air, Sole, Or Responsive Each To Other's Note, Singing Their Great Creator?