I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height

Read From Some Humbler Poet, Whose Songs Gushed From His Heart, As Showers From The Clouds Of Summer, Or Tears From The Eyelids Start.

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus Rolling His Stone Up The Mountain!

It Is Difficult To Know At What Moment Love Begins; It Is Less Difficult To Know That It Has Begun.

All Your Strength Is In Union, All Your Danger Is In Discord.