A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.

I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.

Love begets love. This torment is my joy.

And I rejoiced in being what I was.

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.