I See A Lily On Thy Brow,

The Poppies Hung Dew-dabbled On Their Stalks.

To Feel Forever Its Soft Fall And Swell, Awake For Ever In A Sweet Unrest, Still, Still To Hear Her Tender-taken Breath, And So Live Ever-or Else Swoon In Death.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Faded The Flower And All Its Budded Charms,faded The Sight Of Beauty From My Eyes,faded The Shape Of Beauty From My Arms,faded The Voice, Warmth, Whiteness, Paradise!vanishd Unseasonably

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?