The same night whitening the same trees. // We, of that time, are no longer the same. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, // and you are like the word Melancholy. Let me come to be still in your silence. // And let me talk to you with your silence. When trials come to test you, sweet. // I can be sunlight to your feel; // My kiss your precious lips shall greet, // Because I love you. I bow before no other shrine; // If I go first across death's line, // I will return to claim you mine, // Because I love you. No peevish winter wind shall chill // No sullen tropic sun shall wither // The roses in the rose-garden which is ours and ours only. // But this dedication is for others to read: // These are private words addressed to you in public. I am afraid of throwing out your name, // If someone ask what's my boring. Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter: // The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter // These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover. She bid me take love easy...She bid me take life easy... // But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. How many loved your moments of glad grace, // And loved your beauty with love false or true, // But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, // And loved the sorrows of your changing face. I know not how I am to pass these long, rainy hours. Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. This love between you and me is simple as a song. We do not stray out of words into the even silent. // We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope. // It is enough what we give and we get. The furthest distance in the world // Is not between life and death // But when I stand in front of you // Yet you don't know that I love you. Long did I near your soothing accents, // Long did your features haunt my dreams. And I forgot your soothing accents, // Your features gracefully divine. The stage is more beholding to love than the life of man. For as to the stage, love is ever matter of comedies, and now and then of tragedies; but in life it doth much mischief; sometimes like a siren, sometimes like a fury. You're living for nothing now, // I hope you're keeping some kind of record. Love one another but make not a bond of love: // Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. You'll look at least on love's remains. Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, // And the book of events is always open halfway through. Love's secret is that you must love without desires that bind. // Hafez, enjoy the one you love, drink deep and embrace; // Seek not with her to please your world, just give love and be kind. Suffered for love such woe Have I, that ask not // Drunk parting's poison so Have I, that ask not. An exile in the way Of love, like Hafez. We loved with a love that was more than love. The wind came out of the cloud, // Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. O, last love, thou art to remain // My blissfulness and my despair... I crept the mountain road kowtowing long // Not for being presented at court // But for feeling your warmth I traveled around mountain, waters and stupas // Not for repairing the afterlife // But for meeting you on the way. One word is too often profaned // For me to profane it. Better by far you should forger and smile // Than that you should remember and be sad A traveller came by, // Silently, invisibly // He took her with a sigh. A thousand times a day I die, and a thousand times I am born, // So great is the distance from my salvation. I have made you the size of my solitude // The whold world to hide in // Days and nights to understand I will listen to the tempest // Under your submissive stare......Tempted by the city image // And the life of fame, so wicked Remember whom you leave shackled by love. Up to that epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless! My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! Nothing can equal the unnoticed love of a child...None but lonely children can cherish such a passion. You became for me -- what simile can do justice to my feelings? You became for me the whole of my life. Nothing existed for me except in so far as it related to you. Nothing had meaning for me unless it bore upon you in some way. You had changed everything for me. You are a mere girl, you would be lost. You haven't got the kind of brains that enables a woman to get back. My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself......My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love ofr Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visable delight, but necessary. All is trouble outside there; inside here content. I would rather be dead and buried when the time comes for you to despise me, so that it may never be known to me that you despised me. The world is empty; life is empty; all is empty. The heart is choked; it is impossible to breathe; there is mortal agony. ......not out of hatred or out of love but because of the measureless understanding of solitude.