Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?

My business is circumference.

'Arcturus' is his other name- I'd rather call him 'Star.' It's very mean of Science To go and interfere!

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.