What Is More Gentle Than A Wind

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.

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

Who, Of Men, Can Tell That Flowers Would Bloom, Or That Green Fruit Would Swell To Melting Pulp, That Fish Would Have Bright Mail, The Earth Its Dower Of River, Wood, And Vale, The Meadows Runnels, Runnels Pebble-stones, The Seed Its Harvest, Or The Lute Its Tones, Tones Ravishment, Or Ravishment Its Sweet, If Human Souls Did Never Kiss And Greet?

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

Many Have Original Minds Who Do Not Think It - They Are Led Away By Custom!