The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

And Shade The Violets, That They May Bind The Moss In Leafy Nets.

Severn - I - Lift Me Up - I Am Dying - I Shall Die Easy; Don't Be Frightened - Be Firm, And Thank God It Has Come.

Neither Poetry, Nor Ambition, Nor Love Have Any Alertness Of Countenance As They Pass By Me.

The Uttered Part Of A Man's Life, Let Us Always Repeat, Bears To The Unuttered, Unconscious Part A Small Unknown Proportion. He Himself Never Knows It, Much Less Do Others.