“In friendships I had been most fortunateYet never saw I one whom I would callMore willingly my friend”

“I am the daughter of Earth and Water,And the nursling of the Sky;I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;I change, but I cannot die.For after the rain when with never a stainThe pavilion of Heaven is bare,And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleamsBuild up the blue dome of air,I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,And out of the caverns of rain,Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,I arise and unbuild it again.”

“I met Murder on the way -He had a mask like Castlereagh”

“That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden,Whom mortals call the moon,Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floorBy the midnight breezes strewn.”

“There was a Being whom my spirit oftMet on its visioned wanderings far aloft.A seraph of Heaven, too gentle to be human,Veiling beneath that radiant form of woman....”

“I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear,— Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.”

“Nothing in the world is single;All things by a law divineIn one spirit meet and mingle.Why not I with thine?”