Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.