“The good stars met in your horoscope,Made you of spirit and fire and dew.”

“What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew”

“I was made and meant to look for you and wait for you and become yours forever.”

“The year's at the springAnd day's at the morn;Morning's at seven;The hill-side's dew-pearled;The lark's on the wing;The snail's on the thorn;God's in His heaven—All's right with the world!”

“... Such a scribe you pay and praise for putting life in stones,Fire into fog, making the past your world.There's plenty of 'How did you contrive to graspThe thread which led you through this labyrinth?How build such solid fabric out of air?How on so slight foundation found this tale,Biography, narrative?' or, in other words,How many lies did it require to makeThe portly truth you here present us with?”

“As is your sort of mind,So is your sort of search:You will find what you desire.”

“Out of your whole life give but a moment!All of your life that has gone before,All to come after it, -so you ignore,So you make perfect the present, condense,In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment,Thought and feeling and soul and sense. ”