Love is the only gold.

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

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.

But every page having an ample marge, And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot.