I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

There 's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

Though the day of my Destiny's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me.

J'invente une langue qui doit necessairement jaillir d'une poetique tres nouvelle, que je pourrais definir en ces deux mots: Peindre, non la chose, mais l'effe…

My soul is full of whispered song,- My blindness is my sight; The shadows that I feared so long Are full of life and light.

As I came down the Highgate Hill, The Highgate Hill, the Highgate Hill, As I came down the Highgate Hill I met the sun's bravado, And saw below me, fold on fol…