“I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”

“I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!”

“And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed,Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.”

“Thou art a dreaming thing,A fever of thyself.”

“And we will shadeOurselves whole summers by a river glade;And I will tell thee stories of the sky,And breathe thee whispers of its minstrelsy,My happy love will overwing all bounds!O let me melt into thee! let the soundsOf our close voices marry at their birth;Let us entwine hoveringly!”

“But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wingsThat fill the sky with silver glitterings!”

“When old age shall this generation waste,Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woeThan ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is allYe know on earth, and all ye need to know.”