“Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.”
“And sometimes through the mirror blueThe knights come riding two and two.”
“Our little systems have their day;They have their day and cease to be…And thou, O Lord, art more than they.”
“I sometimes find it half a sin,To put to words the grief i feel,For words like nature,half reveal,and half conceal the soul within,”
“Love is the only gold.”
“This madness has come on us for our sins.”