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Sad as a wasted passion.
Knightly love is blent with reverence
As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
Perhaps the wind
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries
For what has been and is not.
A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
I think my life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face: it was so near to me, and her arms were round me, and she sang to me.