I should not dare to call my soul my own.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

I begin to think that none are so bold as the timid, when they are fairly roused.