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

“I am 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.”

“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!”

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

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

“My spirit is too weak--mortalityWeighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep,And each imagin'd pinnacle and steepOf godlike hardship tells me I must dieLike a sick Eagle looking at the sky.”