The Air Is All Softness.

When I Behold, Upon The Night's Starr'd Face, Huge Cloudy Symbols Of A High Romance, And Think That I May Never Live To Trace Their Shadows, With The Magic Hand Of Chance.

That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.

If I Should Die, I Have Left No Immortal Work Behind Me — Nothing To Make My Friends Proud Of My Memory — But I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things, And If I Had Had Time I Would Have Made Myself Remembered.