Love will conquer at the last.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.