No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.

Take love when love is given, But never think to find it A sure escape from sorrow Or a complete repose.

Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

I found more joy in sorrow than you could find in joy.

I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold