Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.