O Aching Time! O Moments Big As

Sweet Are The Pleasures That To Verse Belong, And Doubly Sweet A Brotherhood In Song.

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.

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

I Have Met With Women Whom I Really Think Would Like To Be Married To A Poem And To Be Given Away By A Novel.

Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled Wards, And Seal The Hushed Casket Of My Soul.