Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

Any Heart Turned Godward Feels More Joyin One Short Hour Of Prayer, Than E'er Was Raisedby All The Feasts Of Earth Since Its Foundation.

I Cannot Be Content With Less Than Heaven; Living, And Comprehensive Of All Life. Thee, Universal Heaven, Celestial All; Thee, Sacrjd Seat Of Intellective Time; Field Of The Soul 's Best Wisdom : Home Of Truth , Star-throned.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.