O For A Life Of Sensations Rather

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

Can Death Be Sleep, When Life Is But A Dream, And Scenes Of Bliss Pass As A Phantom By? ---"on Death

Here Are Sweet Peas, On Tiptoe For A Flight; With Wings Of Gentle Flush O'er Delicate White, And Taper Fingers Catching At All Things, To Bind Them All About With Tiny Rings.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.