If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

I Have Nothing To Speak Of But My Self-and What Can I Say But What I Feel.

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye, Where Are They? Think Not Of Them; Thou Has Thy Music Too.

Severn - I - Lift Me Up - I Am Dying - I Shall Die Easy; Don't Be Frightened - Be Firm, And Thank God It Has Come.