Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

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I thought when love for you died, I should die. Its dead.Alone, most strangely, I...

I thought when love for you died, I should die. Its dead.Alone, most strangely, I...

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say...

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say...

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, with eyes...

And I shall find some girl perhaps, and a better one than you, with eyes...

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love...

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love...

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely,...

I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely,...

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss...

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss...

All the little emptiness of love!

All the little emptiness of love!

All the little emptiness of love

All the little emptiness of love

A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last...

A book may be compared to your neighbor: if it be good, it cannot last...

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less, gives somewhere back the thoughts by England...

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less, gives somewhere back the thoughts by England...

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, laughed in the sun, and kissed the...

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, laughed in the sun, and kissed the...

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy...

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy...

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows

What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible sun within us.

Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible sun within us.

People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.

People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.

Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

Oh, bring again my heart's content, Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was...

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was...