I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

The air is all softness.

The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy; but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

With a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.