I Am Now Quite Cured

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.

They Forgot Everything The Minute They Were Together Again.

The Clock Strikes Off The Hollow Half-hours Of All The Life That Is Left To You, One By One.

I Cannot Express It: But Surely You And Everybody Have A Notion That There Is, Or Should Be, An Existence Of Yours Beyond You.

Are You Acquainted With The Mood Of Mind In Which, If You Were Seated Alone, And The Cat Licking Its Kitten On The Rug Before You, You Would Watch The Operation So Intently That Puss's Neglect Of One Ear Would Put You Seriously Out Of Temper?