A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Here at the quiet limit of the world.
I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.