Earth's crammed with Heaven.

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

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.