Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.
If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last too long; if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.
Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?
Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.
All the little emptiness of love!