I Desire To Press In My Arms

Quotation Marks Quotato Marks! Bah!

Winds Of May, That Dance On The Sea, Dancing A Ring-around In Glee From Furrow To Furrow, While Overhead The Foam Flies Up To Be Garlanded, In Silvery Arches Spanning The Air, Saw You My True Love Anywhere? Welladay! Welladay! For The Winds Of May! Love Is Unhappy When Love Is Away!

The Studious Silence Of The Library ... Thought Is The Thought Of Thought. Tranquil Brightness.

Alone, What Did Bloom Feel? The Cold Of Interstellar Space, Thousands Of Degrees Below Freezing Point Or The Absolute Zero Of Fahrenheit, Centigrade Or Réaumur: The Incipient Intimations Of Proximate Dawn.

You Behold In Me, Stephen Said With Grim Displeasure, A Horrible Example Of Free Thought.