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.
Elizabeth Barrett BrowningHe's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning