Teach Me The Wisdom Of Thy Beauty, Pray, That, Being Thus Wise, I May Aspire To See What Beauty Is, Whence, Why, And In What Way Immortal, Yet How Mortal Utterly: For, Shrinking Loveliness, Thy Brow Of Day Pleads Plaintive As A Prayer, Anemone. Teach Me Wood-Wisdom, I Am Petulant: Thou Hast The Wildness Of A Dryad'S Eyes, The Shyness Of An Oread'S, Wild Plant: - Behold The Bashful Goddess Where She Lies Distinctly Delicate! - Inhabitant Ambrosial-Earthed, Star-Cousin Of The Skies. "Teach Me Thy Wisdom, For, Thro' Knowing, Yet, When I Have Drunk Dull Lethe Till Each Vein Thuds Full Oblivion, I Shall Not Forget; - For Beauty Known Is Beauty; To Sustain Glad Memories With Life, While Mad Regret And Sorrow Perish, Being Lethe Slain." "Teach Thee My Beauty Being Beautiful And Beauty Wise? - My Slight Perfections, Whole As World, As Man, In Their Creation Full As Old A Power'S Cogitation Roll. Teach Thee? - Presumption! Thought Is Young And Dull - Question Thy God What God Is, Soul What Soul."