I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.
As to the thoughts, they are elfish. Those eyes in the Evening Star you must have seen in a dream.
Daydreams are the delusions of the devil.
Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go--embrace me, Jane.
Die without me if you will. Live for me if you dare.
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream