Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.
I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.
You speak of Lord Byron and me; there is this great difference between us. He describes what he sees I describe what I imagine. Mine is the hardest task.
The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.
Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.
There is a budding morrow in midnight.