And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
I have need to busy my heart with quietude.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.