My Mind Has Been The

What Is There In Thee, Moon! That Thou Should'st Move My Heart So Potently?

A Little Noiseless Noise Among The Leaves, Born Of The Very Sigh That Silence Heaves.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest. When You Pass'd My Window Home Yesterday, I Was Fill'd With As Much Admiration As If I Had Then Seen You For The First Time...even If You Did Not Love Me I Could Not Help An Entire Devotion To You.

Poetry Should Be Great And Unobtrusive, A Thing Which Enters Into One's Soul, And Does Not Startle It Or Amaze It With Itself, But With Its Subject.