I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

My sun sets to raise again.

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.

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.

Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.

Eve is a twofold mystery.