New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."
I should not dare to call my soul my own.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.