The starry night sky looked so beautiful that it begged him to linger, but he reluctantly left for home.

The wild gusts of cold wind pierced her body.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep...

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

I had to wait in the station for ten days – an eternity.

His words were daggers laced with hate and anger.

The tread of time is so ruthless that it tramples even the kings under its feet.

Her mouth was a fountain of delight. And when he possessed her, they seemed to swoon together at the very borderland of life’s mystery.

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Othello: She was false as water.

Emilia: Thou are rash as fire,

To say that she was false: O she was heavenly true.

Elderly American ladies leaning on their canes listed toward me like towers of Pisa.

The wind whispered through dry grass.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills...

Yet I’ll not shed her blood;

Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,

And smooth as monumental alabaster.”

The skyscraper was so tall that it seemed to kiss the sky.

Neptune’s ocean wash this blood

Clean from my hand? No. This my hand will rather

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.

My Sorrow, when she’s here with me,

Thinks these dark days of autumn rain

Are beautiful as days can be;

She loves the bare, the withered tree;

She walked the sodden pasture lane.

I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you

Till China and Africa meet,

And the river jumps over the mountain

And the salmon sing in the street,

I’ll love you till the ocean

Is folded and hung up to dry.

Busy old fool, unruly sun,

Why dost thou thus,

Through windows, and through curtains call on us?