The frosted rooftops greyly lit, are ranged
Beneath benignant stars and naked moon,
While sleeping trees in shadowed maze extend
Their roughly-angled boughs aloft, toward
The
We met beneath the arbour, her white hands
Enclosed in satin gloves, fine hair smooth-dressed.
And calm, amid soft-breathing honeysuckle,
So drowsy in the summer noon,
Sonnet 29
by William Shakespeare
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men\'s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless
Light My Fire
by Jim Morrison
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you
Girl, we couldn\'t get much higher
Come on baby, light my
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese, 14
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love\'s sake only. Do not say
\'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
CB