I See Heaven's Glories Shine And Faith

Hush, My Darling! Hush, Hush, Catherine! I'll Stay. If He Shot Me So, I'd Expire With A Blessing On My Lips.

I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow Blossom Where The Rose Should Grow.

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!

I Lingered Round Them, Under That Benign Sky; Watched The Moths Fluttering Among The Heath And Hare-bells; Listened To The Soft Wind Breathing Through The Grass; And Wondered How Anyone Could Ever Imagine Unquiet Slumbers For The Sleepers In That Quiet Earth.

It Is Astonishing How Sociable I Feel Myself Compared With Him.