Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast False fires, that others may be lost.
...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.
The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.