My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

To Feel Forever Its Soft Fall And Swell, Awake For Ever In A Sweet Unrest, Still, Still To Hear Her Tender-taken Breath, And So Live Ever-or Else Swoon In Death.

My Creed Is Love And You Are Its Only Tenet.

You Are Always New. The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest; The Last Smile The Brightest; The Last Movement The Gracefullest. When You Pass'd My Window Home Yesterday, I Was Fill'd With As Much Admiration As If I Had Then Seen You For The First Time...even If You Did Not Love Me I Could Not Help An Entire Devotion To You.