“I dwell in a lonely house I knowThat vanished many a summer ago.”
“I dwell with a strangely aching heartIn that vanished abode there far apart”
“Youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart.”
“I don't remember anything about that summer because I existed in a lonely fog of memories, longing, and rejection.”
“Did the continents, I wondered, feel lonely for each other as they drifted apart eons ago?”
“I wonder if Socrates and Plato took a house on Crete during the summer.”