It Is A Flaw In Happiness To

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

The Creature Has A Purpose, And His Eyes Are Bright With It.

No, No, I'm Sure, My Restless Spirit Never Could Endure To Brood So Long Upon One Luxury, Unless It Did, Though Fearfully, Espy A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.