Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.

As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.

Shake me off, then, sir--push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord.

Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.

you may fume and fidget as you please: but this is the best plan to pursue with you, I am certain. I like you more than I can say; but I’ll not sink into a bathos of sentiment: and with this needle of repartee I’ll keep you from the edge of the gulf too; and, moreover, maintain by its pungent aid that distance between you and myself most conducive to our real mutual advantage.

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.