Friendship Is Love Without His Wings!

I Stood Among Them, But Not Of Them: In A Shroud Of Thoughts Which Were Not Their Thoughts.

I Am Ashes Where Once I Was Fire.

Yet He Was Jealous, Though He Did Not Show It, For Jealousy Dislikes The World To Know It.

And Hold Up To The Sun My Little Taper.

Whatsoever Thy Birth, Thou Wert A Beautiful Thought, And Softly Bodied Forth.