A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.
If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.
Love comes in at the eye.
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.