Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.
A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings