Go right on and listen as thou goest.

What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?

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.

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

Consider the sea's listless chime: Time's self it is, made audible.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.