The air is all softness.
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.
My creed is love and you are its only tenet.