Thou Art A Dreaming Thing, A Fever

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

I Have Loved The Principle Of Beauty In All Things.

I Myself Am Pursuing The Same Instinctive Course As The Veriest Human Animal You Can Think Of I Am, However Young, Writing At Random Straining At Particles Of Light In The Midst Of A Great Darkness Without Knowing The Bearing Of Any One Assertion, Of Any One Opinion. Yet May I Not In This Be Free From Sin?

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

I Think I Shall Be Among The English Poets After My Death.