“Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.”

“To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.”

“Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.Bright Star”

“The open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown - the Air is our robe of state - the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it.”

“The air is all softness.”

“O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look;O let me for one moment touch her wrist;Let me one moment to her breathing list;And as she leaves me, may she often turnHer fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.”

“Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.”