Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.

With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars.