Through that celestial forest, whose thick shade

With lively greenness the new-springing day

Attemper’d, eager now to roam, and search

Its limits round, forthwith I left the bank

I'm the kind of guy who likes to bounce.

I'm the kind of guy who's got a pet mouse.

I'm the kind of guy that likes to scream.

Now everybody here's gonna do it with me.

But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

Who is already sick and pale with grief,

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

This above all: to thine own self be true,

And it must follow, as the night the day,

Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Five years have past; five summers, with the length

Of five long winters! and again I hear

These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs

With a soft inland murmur.

When I consider every thing that grows

Holds in perfection but a little moment,

That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment

You look upon a disarray,

A world that seems to reel and sway,

A waving, glittering sea.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them,

Cannon behind them

Volleyed and thundered;

Stormed at with shot and shell,

While horse and hero fell.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede of marble men and maidens overwrought, with forest branches and the trodden weed; thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought as doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

"And now there came both mist and snow,

And it grew wondrous cold:

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

As green as emerald."