I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination. - John Keats

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies, — Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
‘Mong the blossoms white and red — Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! ’tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu — I fly — adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue, — Adieu, adieu!

- Fairy Song

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

And for her eyes: what could such eyes do there But weep, and weep, that they were born so fair?