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"With thee conversing, I forget all time,

All seasons, and their change; all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds, pleasant the sun,

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit and flower

Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers, and sweet the coming-on

Of grateful evening mild; then silent night,

With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon,

And these the gems of Heaven, her starry train:

But neither breath of morn, when she ascends

With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun

On this delightful land; nor herb, fruit, flower

Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers;

Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night,

With this her solemn bird; nor walk by moon,

Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.

~John Milton, Paradise Lost

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind

~Sarah Teasdale