Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard

Asleep In Lap Of Legends Old.

Or Thou Might'st Better Listen To The Wind, Whose Language Is To Thee A Barren Noise, Though It Blows Legend-laden Through The Trees.

You Are Always New To Me.

I Cannot Exist Without You - I Am Forgetful Of Every Thing But Seeing You Again - My Life Seems To Stop There - I See No Further. You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-at-arms, Alone And Palely Loitering?