The Heaven Of Poetry And Romance Still

The Moon Is Hidden Behind A Cloud... On The Leaves Is A Sound Of Falling Rain... No Other Sounds Than These I Hear; The Hour Of Midnight Must Be Near... So Many Ghosts, And Forms Of Fright, Have Started From Their Graves To-night, They Have Driven Sleep From Mine Eyes Away: I Will Go Down To The Chapel And Pray.

Many A Poem Is Marred By A Superfluous Verse.

If We Love One Another, Nothing, In Truth, Can Harm Us, Whatever Mischances May Happen.

Softly The Evening Came. The Sun From The Western Horizon Like A Magician Extended His Golden Want O'er The Landscape; Trinkling Vapors Arose; And Sky And Water And Forest Seemed All On Fire At The Touch, And Melted And Mingled Together.

'twas Easter-sunday. The Full-blossomed Trees Filled All The Air With Fragrance And With Joy.