Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse

This Grave Contains All That Was Mortal Of A Young English Poet Who On His Death Bed In The Bitterness Of His Heart At The Malicious Power Of His Enemies Desired These Words To Be Engraved On His Tomb Stone "here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water."

I Have So Much Of You In My Heart.

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

Bright Star, Would I Were Steadfast As Thou Art-- Not In Lone Splendour Hung Aloft The Night And Watching, With Eternal Lids Apart, Like Nature's Patient, Sleepless Eremite.