Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have

Meanwhile The Mind, From Pleasure Less, Withdraws Into Its Happiness; The Mind, That Ocean Where Each Kind Does Straight Its Own Resemblance Find; Yet It Creates, Transcending These, Far Other Worlds, And Other Seas; Annihilating All That's Made To A Green Thought In A Green Glade ... Such Was That Happy Garden-state.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.

Music, The Mosaic Of The Air.

My Vegetable Love Should Grow Vaster Than Empires, And More Slow.