What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.
I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!
O aching time! O moments big as years!