O aching time! O moments big as years! - John Keats

I can bear to die - I cannot bear to leave her.

If I am destined to be happy with you here — how short is the longest Life — I wish to believe in immortality — I wish to live with you for ever.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth.