Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

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

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.

Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.