As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.

The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world.

It is in their eyes that their magic resides.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

Night, a more perfect day.