Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?