“Alas! for that accursed timeThey bore thee o'er the billow,From love to titled age and crime,And an unholy pillow!From me, and from our misty clime,Where weeps the silver willow!”

“But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wingsThat fill the sky with silver glitterings!”

“I ask Thee for a thoughtful love, Through constant watching wise,To meet the glad with joyful smiles,And to wipe the weeping eyes;And a heart at leisure from itself,To soothe and sympathise.”

“Grab me, kiss me, waltz me, and love me,I adore thee cherish thee absolutely love thee,Come let’s take to the floor 'Neath a chandelier of stars from above,And dance me slowly to the edge of love.”

“This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.”

“O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, ‘Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away.’ Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long.”