Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.

Love is the energy of life.

Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?

Art remains the one way possible of speaking truth.