I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation.
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all dear names men use, to cheat despair, For the perplexed and viewless streams that bear Our hearts at random down the dark of life.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.
