A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

To die before one fears to die may be a boon.

She dealt her pretty words like Blades -- How glittering they shone -- And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone -- She never deemed -- she hurt -- That -- is not Steel's Affair -- A vulgar grimace in the Flesh -- How ill the Creatures bear -- To Ache is human -- not polite -- The Film upon the eye Mortality's old Custom -- Just locking up -- to Die.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.