Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

He Ne'er Is Crowned With Immortality Who Fears To Follow Where Airy Voices Lead.

Blessed Is The Healthy Nature; It Is The Coherent, Sweetly Co-operative, Not Incoherent, Self-distracting, Self-destructive One!

When I Behold, Upon The Night's Starr'd Face, Huge Cloudy Symbols Of A High Romance, And Think That I May Never Live To Trace Their Shadows, With The Magic Hand Of Chance.