Every fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.

I am borne darkly$$$ fearfully$$$ afar.

No more alone through the world's wilderness$$$<br>Although I trod the paths of high intent$$$<br>I journeyed now: no more companionless.

Poetry strips the veil of familiarity from the world$$$ and lays bear the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of its forms.

Joy$$$ joy$$$ joy!<br>Past ages crowd on thee$$$ but each one remembers$$$<br>And the future is dark$$$ and the present is spread$$$<br>Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.

Thou Wonder$$$ and thou Beauty$$$ and thou Terror!

Rose leaves$$$ when the rose is dead$$$<br>Are heaped for the beloved's bed;<br>And so thy thoughts$$$ when thou art gone$$$<br>Love itself shall slumber on.

Sounds of vernal showers<br>On the twinkling grass$$$<br>Rain awaken'd flowers$$$<br>All that ever was<br>Joyous$$$ and clear$$$ and fresh$$$<br>Thy music doth surpass.

Save yourself for my sake. And I will go with you to the end of the world.

And the main fight will be over water$$$ not oil.