“O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake,Would all their colours from the sunset take:From something of material sublime,Rather than shadow our own soul's day-timeIn the dark void of night. For in the worldWe jostle, - but my flag is not unfurl'd...”

“was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?”

“O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!”

“Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.”

“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.”

“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!”

“Yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.”