I want a brighter word than bright
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold, and many goodly states and kingdoms seen.
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.
It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.