Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.