Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.