My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

I Have So Much Of You In My Heart.

To Hope "when By My Solitary Hearth I Sit, And Hateful Thoughts Enwrap My Soul In Gloom; When No Fair Dreams Before My 'mind's Eye' Flit, And The Bare Heath Of Life Presents No Bloom; Sweet Hope, Ethereal Balm Upon Me Shed, And Wave Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

A Man Should Have The Fine Point Of His Soul Taken Off To Become Fit For This World.

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.