A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

He lives most life whoever breathes most air.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.