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I Arise From Dreams Of Thee, And A Spirit In My Feet Has Led Me- Who Knows How? To Thy Chamber-window, Sweet!

Heaven's Ebon Vault Studded With Stars Unutterably Bright, Through Which The Moon's Unclouded Grandeur Rolls, Seems Like A Canopy Which Love Has Spread To Curtain Her Sleeping World.

Within My Heart Is The Lamp Of Love, And That Is Day!

I Consider Poetry Very Subordinate To Moral And Political Science.

When The Power Of Imparting Joy Is Equal To The Will, The Human Soul Requires No Other Heaven.