the wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees...
if you can dream- and not make dreams your master; if you can think and not make thoughts your aim...
for whatever we lost(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea
with up so floating many bells down
in our kingdom by the sea
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom
"set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm,. for there is love that is as strong as death, jelousy demanding as the grave. and many waters cannot quench this love