When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.