Lose Who May-i Still Can

Out Of Your Whole Life Give But A Moment! All Of Your Life That Has Gone Before, All To Come After It, -so You Ignore, So You Make Perfect The Present, Condense, In A Rapture Of Rage, For Perfection's Endowment, Thought And Feeling And Soul And Sense.

What Of Soul Was Left, I Wonder, When The Kissing Had To Stop?

What Joy Is Better Than The News Of Friends?

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

Love, Hope, Fear, Faith - These Make Humanity; These Are Its Sign And Note And Character.