MY river runs to thee: Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply. Oh sea, look graciously! I ’ll fetch thee brooks From spotted nooks,— Say, sea, Take me!
Pain has an element of blank
That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
To die before one fears to die may be a boon.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.