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

Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried

In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again