I have so much of you in my heart.
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.
Works of genius are the first things in the world.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.