You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.

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

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.