I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?