For Axioms In Philosophy Are Not Axioms

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

Even Bees, The Little Almsmen Of Spring Bowers, Know There Is Richest Juice In Poison-flowers.

My Chest Of Books Divide Amongst My Friends.

The Poetry Of The Earth Is Never Dead.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest. When You Pass'd My Window Home Yesterday, I Was Fill'd With As Much Admiration As If I Had Then Seen You For The First Time...even If You Did Not Love Me I Could Not Help An Entire Devotion To You.