I Do Love Nothing In The World

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

And This, Our Life, Exempt From Public Haunt, Finds Tongues In Trees, Books In The Running Brooks, Sermons In Stones, And Good In Everything.