Beauty Like Hers Is Genius.

Tis Visible Silence, Still As The Hour-glass.

Love Is The Last Relay And Ultimate Outposts Of Eternity.

Love, Which Is Quickly Kindled In The Gentle Heart, Seized This Man For The Fair Form That Was Taken From Me, The Manner Still Hurts Me. Love Which Absolves No Beloved One From Loving, Seized Me So Strongly With His Charm That, As Thou Seest, It Does Not Leave Me Yet

Sometimes Thou Seem'st Not As Thyself Alone, But As The Meaning Of All Things That Are.

At Length Their Long Kiss Severed, With Sweet Smart:and As The Last Slow Sudden Drops Are Shedfrom Sparkling Eaves When All The Storm Has Fled,so Singly Flagged The Pulses Of Each Heart.