I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
Works of genius are the first things in the world.
I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.
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.
It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.
The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.