Sjalusi hva er det ? Er det en dagdrøm, som en elsker og frykter, usikkerhet i kjærlighet ? Smerter i bryst av en som elsker ! En sier at sjalusi gjør blind og ledes av ens ego ? eller... En er i stand til nesten hva som helst og ens visdom er blåst bort. Sjalusi er følelse av ingenting og en pine, uten å være akkurat der !...

Something in me was born before the stars
And saw the sun begin from far away.
Our yellow, local day on its wont jars,
For in hath communed with an absolute day.
Through my Thought`s night, as a worn robe`s heard trail
That I have never seen, I drag this past
That saw the Possible like a dawn grow pale
On the lost night before it , mute and vast.
It dates remoter than God`s birth can reach.
That had no birth but the world`s coming after.
So the world`s to me as, after whispered speech,
The cause-ignored sudden echoing of laughter.
That`t has a meaning my conjecture knows,
But that`t has meaning`s all its meaning shows.