No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.
The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.
Will cannot be quenched against its will.
We have no hope and yet we live in longing.
Beauty awakens the soul to act.
Here my powers rest from their high fantasy, but already I could feel my being turned- instinct and intellect balanced equally. as in a wheel whose motion nothing jars- by the Love that moves the Sun and the other stars.