Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
A grave, on which to rest from singing?
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.