If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.
Eve is a twofold mystery.
Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.