I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be

To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent, ’tis Very Sweet To Look Into The Fair And Open Face Of Heaven, — To Breathe A Prayer Full In The Smile Of The Blue Firmament.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

What Is More Gentle Than A Wind Is Summer?

Thou Wast Not Born For Death, Immortal Bird! No Hungry Generations Tread Thee Down; The Voice I Hear This Passing Night Was Heard In Ancient Days By Emperor And Clown.

Through Buried Paths, Where Sleepy Twilight Dreams The Summer Time Away.