The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.

And may you happy live, And long us bless.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

She cried, "Laura," up the garden, "Did you miss me? Come and kiss me. Never mind my bruises, Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices Squeezed from goblin fruits for you, Goblin pulp and goblin dew. Eat me, drink me, love me; Laura, make much of me; For your sake I have braved the glen And had to do with goblin merchant men.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.