“Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her ”

“That moment she was mine, mine, fair,Perfectly pure and good: I foundA thing to do, and all her hairIn one long yellow string I woundThree times her little throat around,And strangled her. No pain felt she;I am quite sure she felt no pain.As a shut bud that holds a bee,I warily oped her lids: againLaughed the blue eyes without a stain.And I untightened the next tressAbout her neck; her cheek once moreBlushed bright beneath my burning kiss . . .”

“I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart, As a man calls for wine before he fights, I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights, Ere fitly I could hope to play my part. Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier’s art: One taste of the old time sets all to rights.”

“Just when I seemed about to learn!Where is the thread now? Off again!The old trick! Only I discern - Infinite passion, and the painOf finite hearts that yearn.”

“The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up and all the cottage warm;”

“Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character”

“God made all the creatures and them our love and out fear,To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here. ”