So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.
Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.
God is the perfect poet.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so: life's business being just the terrible choice.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity These are its sign and note and character.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.
I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.