 Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp. Or what's a heaven for? |
| Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought. |
| What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop? |
| That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! |
| Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds? |
| Take away love and our earth is a tomb. |
| Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once. |
| Never the time and the place and the loved one all together! |
| Perhaps one has to be very old before one learns to be amused rather than shocked. |
| Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do! |
| I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time. |
| Love is energy of life. |
| God is the perfect poet. |
| I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on. |
| But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again. |
