Love, Who Insists That Love

That With Him Were, What Time The Love Divine

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

My Soul Tasted That Heavenly Food, Which Gives New Appetite While It Satiates.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

There Is A Gentle Thought That Often Springs To Life In Me, Because It Speaks Of You.