With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy

Loneliness Is The First Thing Which God's Eye Named Not Good.

Our Cure, To Be No More; Sad Cure!

Sweetest Echo, Sweetest Nymph, That Liv'st Unseen Within Thy Airy Shell, By Slow Meander's Margent Green, And In The Violet-embroidered Vale.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach Light To Counterfeit A Gloom.