I will not let thee go. I hold thee by too many bands: Thou sayest farewell, and lo! I have thee by the hands, And will not let thee go.

As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn.

Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats, And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens mo…

When Death to either shall come- I pray it be first to me.

Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that fixed you; Unless you can love, as the angels may, With the breadth of heaven betwixt you; Unles…

It's like having a pet dog for a long time. You get attached to it, and when it dies you miss it.

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.