XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead
You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Only by you my heart always moves.
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.