The Excellence Of Every Art Is Its

I Came To Feel How Far Above All Fancy, Pride, And Fickle Maidenhood, All Earthly Pleasure, All Imagined Good, Was The Warm Tremble Of A Devout Kiss.

My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness Pains/ My Sense, As Though Of Hemlock I Had Drunk.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.