Don't get me wrong-painting's ...

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?

There, that is our secret: go ...

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

God Himself is the best Poet, ...

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

Thou large-brain'd woman and l...

Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

And Chaucer, with his infantin...

And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.

Enough! we're tired, my heart ...

Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's sweet life renews earth's life With which we're tired, my heart and I .... In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were loved, used, - well enough, I think, we've fared, my heart and I.

Beloved, let us live so well o...

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

I heard an angel speak last ni...

I heard an angel speak last night/And he said, 'Write!'

And I smiled to think God's gr...

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.

She lived, we'll say, A harmle...

She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)

And wilt thou have me fashion ...

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? - I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, - Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most daunt

Eyes of gentianellas azure,

Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.

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My love for him was so exquisi...

My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

So mothers have God's license ...

So mothers have God's license to be missed.

Silence is the best response t...

Silence is the best response to a fool...

We have hearts within, Warm, l...

We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts.

May the good God pardon all go...

May the good God pardon all good men.

I should not dare to call my s...

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

If we tried To sink the past b...

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

Every age, Through being behel...

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.