And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

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

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

Night, a more perfect day.

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

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.