Oh! If Only We Were

But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster

I Could Never Throw Love Out Of The Window.

True Life Is Elsewhere

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.