As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.