I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half brokenhearted, To sever for years.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past- For years fleet away with the wings of the dove- The dearest remembrance will still be the last, Our sw…

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover, Stoop to become your friend!

At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But at another point, much earlier I think, I'd quiet…

When love grows diseased, the best thing we can do is to put it to a violent death. I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.