How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.