I Have Nothing To Speak Of But

Love In A Hut, With Water And A Crust, Is - Love, Forgive Us! - Cinders, Ashes, Dust.

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!

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

And How They Kist Each Other's Tremulous Eyes.