A poet without love were a physical and metaphysical impossibility.
Like a mermaid in sea-weed, she dreams awake, trembling in her soft and chilly nest.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.
Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.