“I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.”
“Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long faded from the world. Not this. Not at all. I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.”
“I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,And yet thou are not there;I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,And press the common air.”
“I had the most beautiful dream, and then I fell asleep in your arms and my dream turned lovelier still.”
“The ability to reason the un-reason which has afflicted by reason saps my ability to reason, so that I complain with good reason of your infinite loveliness.”
“Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?”