To pine for and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow.
For when does a berry break upon the tongue as pleasantly as when one aches to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into endless tones and appreciates of readiness and earth, and when do our faculties know anything so totally as when we need it?
What's more, here again is an anticipating - the world will be made entirety.
For to want for a hand on one's hair is everything except to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very longing for gives it back to us once more.