Might She Have Loved Me? Just As

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

Truth That Peeps Over The Glass's Edge When Dinner's Done.

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Day! Faster And More Fast. O'er Night's Brim, Day Boils At Last.

Once More On My Adventure Brave And New.