I have perceiv'd that to be with those l like
   is enough,
 To stop in company with the rest at evening
   is enough,
 To be surrounded by beautiful, curious,
   breathing, laughing flesh is enough,
 To pass among them or touch any one, or
   rest my arm ever so lightly round his or  
   her neck for a moment, what is this then?
 I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it 
   as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men
    and women and looking on them, and in 
    the contact and odor of them, that
    pleases the soul well,
 All things please the soul, but these please
    the soul well.