I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart’s Affections And The Truth Of The Imagination – What The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth – Whether It Existed Before Or Not – For I Have The Same Idea Of All Our Passions As Of Love They Are All In Their Sublime, Creative Of Essential Beauty . . .

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

The Roaring Of The Wind Is My Wife And The Stars Through The Window Pane Are My Children.

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.

When I Have Fears That I May Ceace To Be, Before My Pen Has Gleaned My Teaming Brain".