Bid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

I have no question: It is enough, I know what fixed the station Of star and cloud. And knowing all, I cry. . . .

Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.

There is another world, but it is in this one.