I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish

No, No, I'm Sure, My Restless Spirit Never Could Endure To Brood So Long Upon One Luxury, Unless It Did, Though Fearfully, Espy A Hope Beyond The Shadow Of A Dream.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

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

Closer Of Lovely Eyes To Lovely Dreams, Lover Of Loneliness, And Wandering, Of Upcast Eye, And Tender Pondering! Thee Must I Praise Above All Other Glories That Smile Us On To Tell Delightful Stories.

What Is More Gentle Than A Wind Is Summer?