Stop and consider! life is but a day
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.
I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.