All is love, love is all,
rolling like a ball,everest as tall.
a gift from God, the sun that shine, the air we breathe,
a strong feeling, hard to describe, if contracted no drug to prescribe, ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!