But oh, to him I loved Who loved me not at all, I owe the little open gate That led thru heaven's wall.

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, …

How should they know that Sappho lived and died Faithful to love, not faithful to the lover, Never transfused and lost in what she loved, Never so wholly lovin…

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies,- You are my deepening skies, Give me your stars to hold.

Love is described by the Sufis as the remedy of all ills and the alchemy of existence. Love transforms poverty into riches, pauper into prince, war into peace,…

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.

Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cann…