O Magic Sleep! O Comfortable Bird, That

The Thought, The Deadly Thought Of Solitude.

I Have Good Reason To Be Content, For Thank God I Can Read And Perhaps Understand Shakespeare To His Depths.

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings: Climb With Me The Steep,-- Nature's Observatory--whence The Dell, In Flowery Slopes, Its River's Crystal Swell, May Seem A Span; Let Me Thy Vigils Keep 'mongst Boughs Pavilion'd, Where The Deer's Swift Leap Startles The Wild Bee From The Foxglove Bell.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever