This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."

Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.