Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.
Today will die tomorrow.
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather.
Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.
Fate is a sea without a shore, and the soul is a rock that abides.
I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Let weakness learn meekness.
I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end
The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.
Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.
Time stoops to no man's lure.
There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.
Fear that makes faith may break faith.
If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.
There is no safety-net to protect against attraction.
His speech is a burning fire.
The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.
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