Longing Is Like A Seed That Wrestles

I Must Go In, The Fog Is Rising.

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

The Past Is Not A Package One Can Lay Away.