In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

Love is a bodily shape; and Christian works are no more than animate faith and love, as flowers are the animate springtide.

The soul...is audible, not visible.