I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.

I Will Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading.

I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe -- Almost To Remind My Heart To Beat!

I Pray Every Night That I May Live After Him; Because I Would Rather Be Miserable Than That He Should Be — That Proves I Love Him Better Than Myself.

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.