A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.