The Poetry Of The Earth Is Never

I Have Good Reason To Be Content, For Thank God I Can Read And Perhaps Understand Shakespeare To His Depths.

There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight.

Much Have I Travell'd In The Realms Of Gold.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature Is Finer.