And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

I am no prophet-and here's no great matter.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.