We Ne'er Can Be Made Happy By

The Once Red Leaf, The Last Of Its Clan, That Dances As Often As Dance It Can.

Death But Supplies The Oil For The Inextinguishable Lamp Of Life.

For I Was Reared In The Great City, Pent With Cloisters Dim,and Saw Naught Lovely But The Sky And Stars.but Thou, My Babe! Shalt Wander Like A Breeze By Lakes And Sandy Shores, Beneath The Cragsof Ancient Mountains, And Beneath The Clouds,which Image In Their Bulk Both Lakes And Shoresand Mountain Crags: So Shall Thou See And Hearthe Lovely Shapes And Sounds Intelligible Of That Eternal Language, Which Thy Godutters, Who From Eternity Doth Teachhimself In All, And Al Things In Himselfgreat Universal Teacher! He Shall Moldthy Spirit And By Giving , Make It Ask.

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.

Swans Sing Before They Die - 'twere No Bad Thing Should Certain Persons Die Before They Sing.