All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.
And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?