|
Within us all a universe doth dwell
|
|
|
|
I would liken this gondola unto the soft-rocking cradle
|
|
|
|
Found
|
|
|
|
Restless Love
|
|
|
|
Finnish Song
|
|
|
|
The Dance of Death
|
|
|
|
The Doubters and the Lovers
|
|
|
|
The Dilettante and the Critic
|
|
|
|
What harm has thy poor mirror done, alas?
|
|
|
|
Spacious and fair is the world; ye oh! how I thank the kind heavens
|
|
|