Open afresh your rounds of starry folds, Ye ardent Marigolds.

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.

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.