You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Ye Have Left Your Souls On Earth! Have Ye Souls In Heaven Too, Double-lived In Regions New?

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.