Poetry's magic lies in the imagery which satifies even without interpretation..it is accepted as easily as it was created..

The hill pines were sighing, O'ercast and chill was the day; A mist in the valley lying Blotted the pleasant May..

When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me..

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where..

Good melody is never out of fashion.

Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature..

I love all beauteous things, I seek and adore them.

The name of happiness is but a wider termfor the unalloy'd conditions of the Pleasur of Life,attendant on all function, and not to be deny'dto th' so….

Beauty is the highest of all these occult influences, the quality of appearances that thru' the sense wakeneth spiritual emotion in the mind of man..

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before..

Man's Reason is in such deep insolvency to sense,that tho' she guide his highest flight heav'nward, and teach himdignity morals manners and human com….

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night..

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds..