Health is my expected heaven.

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.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Don't be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.