Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Sleep is pain's easiest salve
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow your trumpets, angels.