Some Say The World Is A Vale

The Grandeur Of The Dooms We Have Imagined For The Mighty Dead.

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

Poetry Should Surprise By A Fine Excess And Not By Singularity, It Should Strike The Reader As A Wording Of His Own Highest Thoughts, And Appear Almost A Remembrance.

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

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.