1. I Loved - Alas! Our Life Is Love; But When We Cease To Breathe And Move I Do Suppose Love Ceases Too. I Thought, But Not As Now I Do, Keen Thoughts And Bright Of Linked Lore, Of All That Men Had Thought Before. And All That Nature Shows, And More. 2. And Still I Love And Still I Think, But Strangely, For My Heart Can Drink The Dregs Of Such Despair, And Live, And Love;... And If I Think, My Thoughts Come Fast, I Mix The Present With The Past, And Each Seems Uglier Than The Last. 3. Sometimes I See Before Me Flee A Silver SpirIt's Form, Like Thee, O Leonora, And I Sit ...Still Watching It, Till By The Grated Casement'S Ledge It Fades, With Such A Sigh, As Sedge Breathes O'Er The Breezy Streamlet'S Edge.