A charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled. But peers beyond her mesh, And wishes, and denies,— Lest interview annul a want That image satisfies.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.
Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?