I Ought To Be Thy Adam, But

I Required Kindness And Sympathy, But I Did Not Believe Myself Utterly Unworthy Of It.

My Own Mind Began To Grow, Watchful With Anxoius Thoughts.

The World Was To Me A Secret Which I Desired To Devine.

There Is Something So Different In Venice From Any Other Place In The World, That You Leave At Once All Accustomed Habits And Everyday Sights To Enter An Enchanted Garden.

My Dreams Were All My Own; I Accounted For Them To Nobody; They Were My Refuge When Annoyed - My Dearest Pleasure When Free.