Out From The Heart Of Nature Rolled

All Loss, All Pain, Is Particular; The Universe Remains To The Heart Unhurt.

There Is Some Awe Mixed With The Joy Of Our Surprise, When This Poet, Who Lived In Some Past World, Two Or Three Hundred Years Ago, Says That Which Lies Close To My Own Soul, That Which I Also Had Wellnigh Thought And Said.

Delicious Is A Just And Firm Encounter Of Two In A Thought, In A Feeling.

Yet These Uneasy Pleasures And Fine Pains Are For Curiosity, And Not For Life.

We Are Immersed In Beauty, But Our Eyes Have No Clear Vision.