Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

Thought is the soul of act.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.