My Heart Aches, And A

What Shocks The Virtuous Philosopher, Delights The Chameleon Poet.

No Stir Of Air Was There, Not So Much Life As On A Summer's Day Robs Not One Light Seed From The Feather'd Grass, But Where The Dead Leaf Fell, There Did It Rest.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

I Cannot Exist Without You - I Am Forgetful Of Every Thing But Seeing You Again - My Life Seems To Stop There - I See No Further. You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.