I Love Tranquil Solitude.

I Love Love -- Though He Has Wings, And Like Light Can Flee.

Rough Wind, The Moanest Loud Grief Too Sad For Song; Wild Wind, When Sullen Cloud Knells All The Night Long; Sad Storm, Whose Tears Are Vain, Bare Woods, Whose Branches Strain, Deep Caves And Dreary Main, Wail, For The World's Wrong!

Design Must Be Proved Before A Designer Can Be Inferred.

Jealousy's Eyes Are Green.

Many A Green Isle Needs Must Be In The Deep Wide Sea Of Misery, Or The Mariner, Worn And Wan, Never Thus Could Voyage On.