Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

The Eagle, he was lord above

The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.

Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.