Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with metry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee.

No art can conquer the people alone-the people are conquered by an ideal of life upheld by authority.

Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.

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

There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.