Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

The beast faith lives on its own dung.

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

Change lays not her hand upon truth.

There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.