Or Thou Might'st Better Listen To The

Conversation Is Not A Search After Knowledge, But An Endeavor At Effect.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is Probably Not True.

I Came To Feel How Far Above All Fancy, Pride, And Fickle Maidenhood, All Earthly Pleasure, All Imagined Good, Was The Warm Tremble Of A Devout Kiss.

Who Hath Not Seen Thee Oft Amid Thy Store? Sometimes Whoever Seeks Abroad May Find Thee Sitting Careless On A Granary Floor, Thy Hair Soft-lifted By The Winnowing Wind; Or On A Half-reap'd Furrow Sound Asleep, Drows'd With The Fume Of Poppies, While Thy Hook Spares The Next Swath And All Its Twined Flowers.