After the feet of beauty fly my own.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

That is my being, the madness of an unaccustomed mood.

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.

For my omniscience paid I toll In infinite remorse of soul. All sin was of my sinning, all Atoning mine, and mine the gall Of all regret. Mine was the weight Of every brooded wrong, the hate That stood behind each envious thrust, Mine every greed, mine every lust. And all the while for every grief, Each suffering, I craved relief With individual desire, – Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire About a thousand people crawl; Perished with each, — then mourned for all!