Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter: Therefore, Ye Soft Pipes, Play On; Not To The Sensual Ear, But, More Endear'd, Pipe To The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone. Fair Youth, Beneath The Trees, Thou Canst Not Leave Thy Song, Nor Ever Can Those Trees Be Bare; Bold Lover, Never, Never Canst Thou Kiss, Though Winning Near The Goal Yet, Do Not Grieve; She Cannot Fade, Though Thou Hast Not Thy Bliss, For Ever Wilt Thou Love, And She Be Fair!

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

Music's Golden Tongue Flatter'd To Tears This Aged Man And Poor.

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".