My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day.
Robert SoutheyNot where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.
Robert SoutheyThe true one of youth's love, proving a faithful helpmate in those years when the dream of life is over, and we live in its realities.
Robert Southey