Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

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.

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

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

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.