More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls.

I Long To Talk With Some Old Lover's Ghost, Who Died Before The God Of Love Was Born.

Sleep With Clean Hands, Either Kept Clean All Day By Integrity Or Washed Clean At Night By Repentance.

To Know And Feel All This And Not Have The Words To Express It Makes A Human A Grave Of His Own Thoughts.

Despair Is The Damp Of Hell, As Joy Is The Serenity Of Heaven.

Filled With Her Love, May I Be Rather Grown Mad With Much Heart, Than Idiot With None.