“I fain would follow love, if that could be; I needs must follow death, who calls for me; Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.”

“Half the night I waste in sighs,Half in dreams I sorrow afterThe delight of early skies;In a wakeful dose I sorrowFor the hand, the lips, the eyes,For the meeting of the morrow,The delight of happy laughter,The delight of low replies.”

“I am a part of all that I have met.”