‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
Follow the deer? Follow the Christ the King. Live pure, speak true,right wrong, Follow the King– Else, wherefore born?
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.
I can’t sleep without knowing there’s hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips… the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
We are ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times.
A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.
?The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour’d upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro’ with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.