“Faith—is the Pierless BridgeSupporting what We seeUnto the Scene that We do not—Too slender for the eyeIt bears the Soul as boldAs it were rocked in SteelWith Arms of Steel at either side—It joins—behind the VeilTo what, could We presumeThe Bridge would cease to beTo Our far, vacillating FeetA first Necessity.”

“Lad of Athens, faithful beTo thyself,And Mystery -All the rest is Perjury”

“We dream — it is good we are dreaming —It would hurt us — were we awake —But since it is playing — kill us,And we are playing — shriek —What harm? Men die — externally —It is a truth — of Blood —But we — are dying in Drama —And Drama — is never dead —Cautious — We jar each other —And either — open the eyes —Lest the Phantasm — prove the Mistake —And the livid SurpriseCool us to Shafts of Granite —With just an Age — and Name —And perhaps a phrase in Egyptian —It's prudenter — to dream —”

“For you know we do not mind our dressWhen we are going home”

“Nature is what we know / Yet have not art to say / So impotent our wisdom is / To her simplicity.”

“Exultation is the goingOf an inland soul to seaPast the houses, past the headlandsInto deep eternity!Bred as we, among the mountainsCan the sailor understandThe divine intoxicationOf the first league out from land?”

“We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.”