To Bear All Naked Truths, And To

All My Clear-eyed Fish, Golden, Or Rainbow-sided, Or Purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, Or Finn'd With Silvery Gauze... My Charming Rod, My Potent River Spells.

--then On The Shore Of The Wide World I Stand Alone, And Think Till Love And Fame To Nothingness Do Sink.

Season Of Mists And Mellow Fruitfulness, Close Bosom-friend Of The Maturing Sun.

The Genius Of Shakespeare Was An Innate University.

There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.