Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
Come, my friends Tis not too late to seek a newer world Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die.
That which we are, we are.
I hold it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
And was the day of my delight As pure and perfect as I say?
The quiet sense of something lost.
For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.
Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’d On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.
Bible reading is an education in itself.
Where love could walk with banish’d Hope no more.
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good, And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
And wheresoe’er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
Gone – flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.
All night have the roses heard The flute, violin, bassoon; All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d To the dancers dancing in tune; Till a silence fell with the waking bird, And a hush with the setting moon.