First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Earth's crammed with Heaven.
I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.