I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

You Speak Of Lord Byron And Me; There Is This Great Difference Between Us. He Describes What He Sees I Describe What I Imagine. Mine Is The Hardest Task.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down To Write.

All My Clear-eyed Fish, Golden, Or Rainbow-sided, Or Purplish, Vermilion-tail'd, Or Finn'd With Silvery Gauze... My Charming Rod, My Potent River Spells.