For love reflects the thing beloved.
The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
Authority forgets a dying king.
And ah for a man to arise in me, That the man I am may cease to be!
All Life needs for life is possible to will.