For Beauty's Tears Are Lovelier

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.

I'll Meet The Raging Of The Skies, But Not An Angry Father.

To Live In Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die.

Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose Truths Electrify The Sage.

O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There, To Waft Us Home The Message Of Despair?