This Lake Exceeds Anything I Ever Beheld

Twin-sister Of Religion, Selfishness.

Better Than All Measures Of Delightful Sound, Better Than All Treasures That In Books Are Found, Thy Skill To Poet Were, Thou Scorner Of The Ground!

Cold Hopes Swarm Like Worms Within Our Living Clay.

Dar'st Thou Amid The Varied Multitude To Live Alone, An Isolated Thing?

I Love Snow, Snow, And All The Forms Of Radiant Frost.