O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death

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

Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.

O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!

To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.