the shell must break before the bird can fly.

Love will conquer at the last.

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

O hark,O hear! how thin and clear And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.