There Is A Budding Tomorrow

You Speak Of Lord Byron And Me; There Is This Great Difference Between Us. He Describes What He Sees I Describe What I Imagine. Mine Is The Hardest Task.

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

Tall Oaks Branch Charmed By The Earnest Stars Dream And So Dream All Night Without A Stir.

All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down To Write.

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.