O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.