I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.
I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick