A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.
I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever
Are there not thousands in the world who love their fellows even to the death, who feel the giant agony of the world, and more, like slaves to poor humanity, labor for mortal good?