Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

--then On The Shore Of The Wide World I Stand Alone, And Think Till Love And Fame To Nothingness Do Sink.

Of Love, That Fairest Joys Give Most Unrest.

Closer Of Lovely Eyes To Lovely Dreams, Lover Of Loneliness, And Wandering, Of Upcast Eye, And Tender Pondering! Thee Must I Praise Above All Other Glories That Smile Us On To Tell Delightful Stories.

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.