Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

The Air Is All Softness.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

And There Shall Be For Thee All Soft Delight That Shadowy Thought Can Win, A Bright Torch, And A Casement Ope At Night, To Let The Warm Love In!

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

But The Rose Leaves Herself Upon The Brier, For Winds To Kiss And Grateful Bees To Feed.