A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

I see thee better in the dark I do not need a light.