I Have Not Loved The World, Nor

I Learned To Love Despair.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

Time Strips Our Illusions Of Their Hue, And One By One In Turn, Some Grand Mistake Casts Off Its Bright Skin Yearly Like The Snake.

My Beautiful, My Own My Only Venice-this Is Breath! Thy Breeze Thine Adrian Sea-breeze, How It Fans My Face! Thy Very Winds Feel Native To My Veins, And Cool Them Into Calmness!