What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.