I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And

Alas! When Passion Is Both Meek And Wild!

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.

Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till It Is Experienced.

Praise Or Blame Has But A Momentary Effect On The Man Whose Love Of Beauty In The Abstract Makes Him A Severe Critic On His Own Works.