I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low for Heaven! Hush! I talk my dream aloud - I build it bright to see, - I build it on the moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee.
All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
May the good God pardon all good men.
Light tomorrow with today!
Two human loves make one divine.