My heart has been crying for her these two weeks and I knew it not.

Now I know.

I could stand on my balcony and lift up my hands toward the south where she abides, and lift up my voice, and cry for her passionately aloud.

There is no infernal foolishness in the world that I could not commit tonight.

The maddest dingo dog, if he could appreciate my state of being, would learn points in insanity.
It is two o'clock.