Love is the energy of life.

how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Just when I seemed about to learn !Where is the thread now ? Off again ! The old trick ! Only I discern ―Infinite passion and the painOf finite hearts that yearn.

Nor yours nor mine, nor slave nor free!

You'll love me yet!--and I can tarryYour love's protracted growing:June reared that bunch of flowers you carry,From seeds of April's sowing.I plant a heartful now: some seedAt least is sure to strike,And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed,Not love, but, may be, like.You'll look at least on love's remains,A grave's one violet:Your look?--that pays a thousand pains.What's death? You'll love me yet!

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

All's love, yet all's law.

Outside are the storms and strangers: We - Oh, close, safe and warm sleep I and she, I and she . . .