Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

...yes, In Spite Of All, Some Shape Of Beauty Moves Away The Pall From Out Dark Spirits.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

Young Playmates Of The Rose And Daffodil, Be Careful Ere Ye Enter In, To Fill Your Baskets High With Fennel Green, And Balm, And Golden Pines Savory Latter-mint, And Columbines.

O For Ten Years, That I May Overwhelm / Myself In Poesy; So I May Do The Deed / That My Own Soul Has To Itself Decreed.