Who Would Wish To Be

There's A Blush For Won't, And A Blush For Shan't, And A Blush For Having Done It: There's A Blush For Thought And A Blush For Naught, And A Blush For Just Begun It.

Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane And Mad.

O Latest Born And Loveliest Vision Far Of All Olympus' Faded Hierarchy.

Even Bees, The Little Almsmen Of Spring Bowers, Know There Is Richest Juice In Poison-flowers.

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.