Like A Mermaid In Sea-weed,

One Of The Most Mysterious Of Semi-speculations Is, One Would Suppose, That Of One Mind's Imagining Into Another

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

Through The Dancing Poppies Stole A Breeze, Most Softly Lulling To My Soul.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".

The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i Am Glad There Is Such A Thing As The Grave-i Am Sure I Shall Never Have Any Rest Till I Get There.