Till I loved I never lived.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.
Pain has an element of blank
I have an appetite for silence.
You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.