I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!

Everything mortal has moments immortal

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

You are ice and fire the touch of you burns my hands like snow.

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

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, and the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.

How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!