A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5.
He murmurs near the running brooks
A music sweeter than their own.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 10.
And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 11.
The harvest of a quiet eye,
That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 13.