The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea. – from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.
‘Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly ’twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart. –  from Love

So two nights passed: the night’s dismay
Saddened and stunned the coming day.
Sleep, the wide blessing, seemed to me
Distemper’s worst calamity. –  from The Pains of Sleep

The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
The soul’s fair emblem, and its only name –
But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade
Of mortal life! – For in this earthly frame
Ours is the reptile’s lot, much toil,  much blame,
Manifold motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed. – Psyche