The hearts that never lean must fall.

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.

The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.