I. Stop, let me have the truth of that! Is that all true? I say, the day Ten years ago when both of us Met on a morning, friends as thus We meet this evening, friends or what?
There's heaven above, and night by night I look right through its gorgeous roof; No suns and moons though e'er so bright Avail to stop me; splendor-proof I keep the broods of stars aloof:...
Had I God's leave, how I would alter things! If I might read instead of print my speech, Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower Refuses obstinately blow in print As wildings planted in a prim parterre,...
There's Heaven above, and night by night, I look right through its gorgeous roof No sun and moons though e'er so bright Avail to stop me; splendour-proof I keep the broods of stars aloof:...