Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself

The Lot Of Critics Is To Be Remembered By What They Failed To Understand.

'tis Now The Summer Of Your Youth: Time Has Not Cropped The Roses From Your Cheek, Though Sorrow Long Has Washed Them.

Honesty Needs No Pains To Set Itself Off.

But From The Hoop's Bewitching Round, Her Very Shoe Has Power To Wound.

The Hours I Spend With You I Look Upon As Sort Of A Perfumed Garden, A Dim Twilight, And A Fountain Singing To It. You And You Alone Make Me Feel That I Am Alive. Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.