Before The World Was Made If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet, or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had before the world was made. What if I look upon a man as though on my beloved, and my blood be cold the while and my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was before the world was made.

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.

We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Tread softly, for you tread on my dreams