That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

Done because we are too many.

Sometimes I shrink from your knowing what I have felt for you, and sometimes I am distressed that all of it you will never know.

But no one came. Because no one ever does.

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?