He Who Saddens At Thought Of Idleness

Thou Wast Not Born For Death, Immortal Bird! No Hungry Generations Tread Thee Down; The Voice I Hear This Passing Night Was Heard In Ancient Days By Emperor And Clown.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

One Of The Most Mysterious Of Semi-speculations Is, One Would Suppose, That Of One Mind's Imagining Into Another

Alas! When Passion Is Both Meek And Wild!