Books succeed; and lives fail.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.