Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

Rest, rest at the heart's core . . . till joy shall overtake.

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

I believe because I am told to believe ... My faith is faith; it is not evolved out of argumentation, nor does it seek the aid of that.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.