Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.
So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Since there my past life lies, why alter it?
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
Faultless to a fault.