Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.