Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true
Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.
Apparently with no surprise To any happy Flower The Frost beheads it at its play -- In accidental power -- The blonde Assassin passes on -- The Sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another Day For an Approving God.
I have an appetite for silence.
Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.