What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?
Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be; we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
There is an old saying “well begun is half done”-’tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all ’til half done.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.
I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again...
Here lies one whose name was writ in water.
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous – who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Every hour I am more and more concentrated in you; everything else tastes like chaff in my mouth.
And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is – Love, forgive us! – cinders, ashes, dust.
I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.
Time, that aged nurse, Rocked me to patience.
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- “Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;” or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
There’s a blush for won’t, and a blush for shan’t, and a blush for having done it: There’s a blush for thought and a blush for naught, and a blush for just begun it.
Severn – I – lift me up – I am dying – I shall die easy; don’t be frightened – be firm, and thank God it has come.
That which is creative must create itself.