Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
To die is landing on some distant shore.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.
Not to ask is not be denied.