Love In A Hut, With Water And

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

Thou Wast Not Born For Death, Immortal Bird! No Hungry Generations Tread Thee Down; The Voice I Hear This Passing Night Was Heard In Ancient Days By Emperor And Clown.

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

Faded The Flower And All Its Budded Charms,faded The Sight Of Beauty From My Eyes,faded The Shape Of Beauty From My Arms,faded The Voice, Warmth, Whiteness, Paradise!vanishd Unseasonably