“Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.”
“...I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...”
“I fled Him down the nights and down the daysI fled Him down the arches of the yearsI fled Him down the labyrinthine waysOf my own mind, and in the midst of tearsI hid from him, and under running laughter.”
“Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene”
“Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.”
“Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.”