Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.
Silence is not an absence of sound but rather a shifting of attention toward sounds that speak to the soul.
To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
This is the right time, and this is the right thing.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.