Turn The Key Deftly In The Oiled

I Wish You Could Invent Some Means To Make Me At All Happy Without You. Every Hour I Am More And More Concentrated In You; Everything Else Tastes Like Chaff In My Mouth.

Love Is My Religion - I Could Die For It.

Do You Not See How Necessary A World Of Pains And Troubles Is To School An Intelligence And Make It A Soul?

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight.