The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.
I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever