Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

I Have Two Luxuries To Brood Over In My Walks, Your Loveliness And The Hour Of My Death. O That I Could Have Possession Of Them Both In The Same Minute.

I Cannot See What Flowers Are At My Feet, Nor What Soft Incense Hangs Upon The Boughs, But, In Embalmed Darkness, Guess Each Sweet.

The Creature Has A Purpose, And His Eyes Are Bright With It.

Sudden A Thought Came Like A Full-blown Rose, Flushing His Brow.