Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.

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

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.