“The music in my heart I boreLong after it was heard no more.”

“I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.”

“Books! tis a dull and endless strife:Come, hear the woodland linnet,How sweet his music! on my life,There's more of wisdom in it.”

“In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars they were among my dreams;In sleep did I behold the skies”

“I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHas oftener left me mourning.”

“My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;”

“...and in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.”