I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.

Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust. Go Find Her In The Flowers.

I Ne'er Was Struck Before That Hour With Love So Sudden And So Sweet. Her Face It Bloomed Like A Sweet Flower And Stole My Heart Away Complete

How Oft A Summer Shower Has Started Me; To Seek The Shelter Of A Hollow Tree

The Present Is The Funeral Of The Past, And Man The Living Sepulchre Of Life.

Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered, Twinkling Star Of Spangled Earth.