I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.