A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

The Air Is All Softness.

Soft Closer Of Our Eyes! Low Murmur Of Tender Lullabies!

I Cannot Exist Without You - I Am Forgetful Of Every Thing But Seeing You Again - My Life Seems To Stop There - I See No Further. You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.