I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?

Your world is as big as you make it.

I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

Rise with the hour for which you were made.