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

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

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

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

All the little emptiness of love!