The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Either sex alone is half itself.
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life!
The thrall in person may be free in soul
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.