A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art-- Not In Lone Splendour Hung Aloft The Night And Watching, With Eternal Lids Apart, Like Nature's Patient, Sleepless Eremite.

O Solitude! If I Must With Thee Dwell, Let It Not Be Among The Jumbled Heap Of Murky Buildings