... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

I have so much of you in my heart.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .