A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

If I make dark my countenance, I shut my life from happier chance.

All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.