She walks the waters like a thing of life, And seems to dare the elements to strife. - Lord Byron

She is so good a person, that - that - in short, I wish I was a better.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earth-quake-they say Poets never or rarely go mad...but are generally so near it-that I cannot help thinking rhyme is so far useful in anticipating & preventing the disorder.

But I have lived, and have not lived in vain:
My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire,
And my frame perish even in conquering pain,
But there is that within me that shall tire
Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire.