There Is A Budding Tomorrow In Midnight.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

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.

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

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu