...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

Arise, go forth, and conquer as of old.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.