Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share

Meanwhile The Mind, From Pleasure Less, Withdraws Into Its Happiness; The Mind, That Ocean Where Each Kind Does Straight Its Own Resemblance Find; Yet It Creates, Transcending These, Far Other Worlds, And Other Seas; Annihilating All That's Made To A Green Thought In A Green Glade ... Such Was That Happy Garden-state.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

Self-preservation, Nature's First Great Law, All The Creatures, Except Man, Doth Awe.

I Have A Garden Of My Own, But So With Roses Overgrown, And Lilies, That You Would It Guess To Be A Little Wilderness.

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.