I Love All Waste And Solitary Places.

Sounds Of Vernal Showers On The Twinkling Grass, Rain Awaken'd Flowers, All That Ever Was Joyous, And Clear, And Fresh, Thy Music Doth Surpass

Through The Sunset Of Hope, Like The Shapes Of A Dream, What Paradise Islands Of Glory Gleam!

Oh That Simplicity And Innocence Its Own Unvalued Work So Seldom Knows!

The Awful Shadow Of Some Unseen Power Floats, Tho' Unseen, Amongst Us.

Twin-sister Of Religion, Selfishness.