The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.
It's a great thing to be "great," Loo, and you and I might tug for a life, and never accomplish it, but no one can stop our looking on, and you know some cannot sing, but the orchard is full of birds, and we all can listen. What if we learn, ourselves, some day!
Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
I am glad you have an hour for books, those enthralling friends, the immortalities...
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.