Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
There's a certain slant of light, On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
Nothing is the force that renovates the World.
Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant/Success in Circuit lies.