If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
A minute of success pays for years of failure.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?