I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But…
I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door; The…
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — because — I don’t know how to say it:…
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard…