A Moment's Thought Is Passion's

On A Lone Winter Evening, When The Frost Has Wrought A Silence.

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse Belong, And Doubly Sweet A Brotherhood In Song.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

The Feel Of Not To Feel It, When There Is None To Heal It Nor Numbed Sense To Steel It.