Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea

What do we know but that we face one another in this place?