I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe

A Heaven So Clear, An Earth So Calm, So Sweet, So Soft, So Hushed An Air; And, Deepening Still The Dreamlike Charm, Wild Moor-sheep Feeding Everywhere.

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 Have Dreamed In My Life, Dreams That Have Stayed With Me Ever After, And Changed My Ideas; They Have Gone Through And Through Me, Like Wine Through Water, And Altered The Color Of My Mind.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same; And Linton's Is As Different As A Moonbeam From Lightning, Or Frost From Fire