"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

Not Chaos, not the darkest pit of lowest Erebus, nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out by help of dreams - can breed such fear and awe as fall upon us often when we look into our Minds, into the Mind of Man.

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

...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.

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.