Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths.

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.