I Don't Need The Stars In The

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

... The Open Sky Sits Upon Our Senses Like A Sapphire Crown - The Air Is Our Robe Of State - The Earth Is Our Throne, And The Sea A Mighty Minstrel Playing Before It.

Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most Unrest.

Real Are The Dreams Of Gods, And Smoothly Pass Their Pleasures In A Long Immortal Dream.

Load Every Rift With Ore.