O Aching Time! O Moments Big As

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

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

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.

Praise Or Blame Has But A Momentary Effect On The Man Whose Love Of Beauty In The Abstract Makes Him A Severe Critic On His Own Works.

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