All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.