What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.

I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my Life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.