Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.

Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea And Bad Temper!

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.

I Pray Every Night That I May Live After Him; Because I Would Rather Be Miserable Than That He Should Be — That Proves I Love Him Better Than Myself.