The Feel Of Not To

Already With Thee! Tender Is The Night. . . But Here There Is No Light. . .

You Are Always New To Me.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

...yes, In Spite Of All, Some Shape Of Beauty Moves Away The Pall From Out Dark Spirits.

The Imagination Of A Boy Is Healthy, And The Mature Imagination Of A Man Is Healthy; But There Is A Space Of Life Between, In Which The Soul Is In A Ferment, The Character Undecided, The Way Of Life Uncertain, The Ambition Thick-sighted: Thence Proceeds Mawkishness.