Underneath my stiffened gown Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin, A basin in the midst of hedges grown So thick, she cannot see her lover hiding, But she guesses he is near, And the sliding of the water Seems the stroking of a dear Hand upon her.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.

Can you see through the night, woman, that you stare so upon it? Man, what sparks do your eyes follow in the smouldering darkness?

Everything mortal has moments immortal

If what we worship fail us, still the fire burns on, and it is much to have believed.

Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!