It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores

I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.