A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

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.

Foolishness and criticism are so apt, do so naturally go together!

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.

The plague of gold strikes far and near.

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.