I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
Love comes in at the eye.
Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.
I pray-for fashion's word is out And prayer comes round again- That I may seem, though I die old, A foolish, passionate man.
The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.