That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

How Does The Poet Speak To Men With Power, But By Being Still More A Man Than They

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children. The Mighty Abstract Idea I Have Of Beauty In All Things Stifles The More Divided And Minute Domestic Happiness.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

When Old Age Shall This Generation Waste, Thou Shalt Remain, In Midst Of Other Woe Than Ours, A Friend To Man, To Whom Thou Say'st, "beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty," - That Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.