Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

The Excellence Of Every Art Is Its Intensity.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

What Is There In Thee, Moon! That Thou Should'st Move My Heart So Potently?

I Am Certain I Have Not A Right Feeling Towards Women -- At This Moment I Am Striving To Be Just To Them, But I Cannot. Is It Because They Fall So Far Beneath My Boyish Imagination? When I Was A Schoolboy I Thought A Fair Woman A Pure Goddess; My Mind Was A Soft Nest In Which Some One Of Them Slept, Though She Knew It Not.

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.