My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe

Darkling I Listen; And, For Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death, Called Him Soft Names In Many A Muse' D Rhyme, To Take Into The Air My Quiet Breath; Now More Than Ever Seems It Rich To Die, To Cease Upon The Midnight With No Pain, While Thou Art Pouring Forth Thy Soul Abroad In Such An Ecstasy!

Their Woes Gone By, And Both To Heaven Upflown, To Bow For Gratitude Before Jove's Throne.

Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane And Mad.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

Where Soil Is, Men Grow, Whether To Weeds Or Flowers.