You are always new to me.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
The air is all softness.