And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
Odor of blood when Christ was slain Made all Platonic tolerance vain And vain all Doric discipline.
My father was an angry and impatient teacher and flung the reading book at my head.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.