Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

I Have An Habitual Feeling Of My Real Life Having Past, And That I Am Leading A Posthumous Existence.

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

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

How Astonishingly Does The Chance Of Leaving The World Improve A Sense Of Its Natural Beauties Upon Us. Like Poor Falstaff, Although I Do Not 'babble,' I Think Of Green Fields; I Muse With The Greatest Affection On Every Flower I Have Know From My Infancy - Their Shapes And Colours Are As New To Me As If I Had Just Created Them With Superhuman Fancy.