We murder to dissect.

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.