My sun sets to rise again.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Day! Faster and more fast. O'er night's brim, day boils at last.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.
I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.