Talent May Be In Time Forgiven, But

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods, There Is Rapture In The Lonely Shore, There Is Society Where None Intrudes, By The Deep Sea, And Music In Its Roar; I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

A Change Came O'er The Spirit Of My Dream.

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.