But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.