You Are Always New To Me.

So Rainbow-sided, Touch'd With Miseries, She Seem'd, At Once, Some Penanced Lady Elf, Some Demon's Mistress, Or The Demon's Self.

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.

Call The World If You Please "the Vale Of Soul-making." Then You Will Find Out The Use Of The World.

Love In A Hut, With Water And A Crust, Is - Love, Forgive Us! - Cinders, Ashes, Dust.

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!