How Does The Poet Speak To Men

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

The Excellence Of Every Art Is Its Intensity.

Give Me Books, French Wine, Fruit, Fine Weather And A Little Music Played Out Of Doors By Somebody I Do Not Know.

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!