Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

Think You, If Laura Had Been Petrarch's Wife, He Would Have Written Sonnets All His Life?.

He Had Kept The Whiteness Of His Soul, And Thus Men O'er Him Wept.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.