And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

I have need to busy my heart with quietude.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.