I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!

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!