was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

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.

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

The only means of strengthening one's intellect is to make up one's mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.