I Love Tranquil Solitude.

Worse Than A Bloody Hand Is A Hard Heart.

Kiss Me, So Long But As A Kiss May Last!

And Many An Ante-natal Tomb Where Butterflies Dream Of The Life To Come.

I Have Drunken Deep Of Joy, And I Will Taste No Other Wine Tonight.

True Love In This Differs From Gold And Clay, That To Divide Is Not To Take Away. Love Is Like Understanding, That Grows Bright, Gazing On Many Truths.