Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

Nonsense, Do You Imagine He Has Thought As Much Of You As You Have Of Him?

In Secret Pleasure — Secret Tears This Changeful Life Has Slipped Away

I Despise Him For Himself, And Hate Him For The Memories He Revives!

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half Savage And Hardy, And Free... Why Am I So Changed? I'm Sure I Should Be Myself Were I Once Among The Heather On Those Hills.