The Good Want Power, But To Weep

I Love Love -- Though He Has Wings, And Like Light Can Flee.

The Man Of Virtuous Soul Commands Not, Nor Obeys.

Twin-sister Of Religion, Selfishness.

A Lovely Lady, Garmented In Light From Her Own Beauty.

Thou Who Didst Waken From His Summer Dreams The Blue Mediterranean, Where He Lay, Lull'd By The Coil Of His Crystalline Streams Beside A Pumice Isle In Baiæ's Bay, And Saw In Sleep Old Palaces And Towers Quivering Within The Wave's Intenser Day, All Overgrown With Azure Moss And Flowers So Sweet, The Sense Faints Picturing Them.