"Years! Years, ye shall mix with me! Ye shall grow a part Of the laughing Sea ; Of the moaning heart Of the glittered wav..."

"I'll bid the hyacinth to blow, I'll teach my grotto green to be; And sing my true love, all below The holly bower and my..."

"We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temp..."