His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.
A power is passing from the earth.
What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.
The Poet, gentle creature as he is, Hath, like the Lover, his unruly times; His fits when he is neither sick nor well, Though no distress be near him but his own Unmanageable thoughts.
A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light