I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Through The Sad Heart Of Ruth, When Sick For Home She Stood In Tears Amid The Alien Corn; The Same That Ofttimes Hath Charm'd Magic Casements, Opening On The Foam Of Perilous Seas, In Faery Lands Forlorn.