“Second FigSafe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!”

“Lost in Hell,-Persephone,Take her head upon your knee;Say to her, "My dear, my dear,It is not so dreadful here.”

“Be to her, Persephone,All the things I might not be;Take her head upon your knee.She that was so proud and wild,Flippant, arrogant and free,She that had no need of me,Is a little lonely childLost in Hell,—Persephone,Take her head upon your knee;Say to her, “My dear, my dear,It is not so dreadful here.”

“She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.”

“A wind with a wolf's headHowled about our door,And we burned up the chairsAnd sat upon the floor.”

“The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide;Above the world is stretched the sky,No higher than the soul is high.The heart can push the sea and landFarther away on either hand;The soul can split the sky in two,And let the face of God shine through.But East and West will pinch the heartThat can not keep them pushed apart;And he whose soul is flat—the skyWill cave in on him by and by.”

“The heart can push the sea and landFarther away on either hand;The soul can split the sky in two,And let the face of God shine through.”