Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

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

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--- No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever 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.