But Let Me See Thee Stoop From

Faded The Flower And All Its Budded Charms,faded The Sight Of Beauty From My Eyes,faded The Shape Of Beauty From My Arms,faded The Voice, Warmth, Whiteness, Paradise!vanishd Unseasonably

They Swayed About Upon A Rocking Horse, And Thought It Pegasus.

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

His Old Right Hand Lay Nerveless, Listless, Dead, Unsceptred; And His Realmless Eyes Were Closed.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.