“O gentle vision in the dawn:My spirit over faint cool water glides,Child of the day,To thee;And thou art drawnBy kindred impulse over silver tidesThe dreamy wayTo me.”

“Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.”

“Fair queen, at home there is none like thee,But over the mountains is Snow-white free,With seven little dwarfs, who are strange to see;A thousand times fairer than thou is she.Queen, thou art not the fairest now;Snow-white over the mountain's browA thousand times fairer is than thou.Queen, thou art the fairest here,But not when Snow-white is near;Over the mountains still is she,Fairer a thousand times than thee.”

“No, thou art come too late, Empedocles!And the world hath the day, and must break thee,Not thou the world. With men thou canst not live,Their thoughts, their ways, their wishes, are not thine;And being lonely thou art miserable,For something has impair'd they spirit's strength,And dried its self-sufficing font of joy.”

“Say over again, and yet once over again,That thou dost love me...-tollThe silver iterance!”

“Tell me what company thou keepst, and I'll tell thee what thou art.”