"Till, his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away."(E. Dickinson in I sing to use the waiting)Liège-Jupille (B)
"The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!"
(P.B. Shelley in On a faded violet)Liège (B)
"They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us afterWe pass the gate."
(E. Dowson in Vitae summa brevis ...)Ivoz-Ramet (B)