I Am Now Quite Cured

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering From The Autumn Tree.

Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves. But If You Be Afraid Of Your Touchiness, You Must Ask Pardon, Mind, When She Comes In.

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

He’s More Myself Than I Am

I'm Wearying To Escape Into That Glorious World, And To Be Always There; Not Seeing It Dimly Through Tears, And Yearning For It Through The Walls Of An Aching Heart; But Really With It, And In It.