My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.
Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
Till I loved I never lived.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.