I want a brighter word than bright

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.