Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come after it, -so you ignore, So you make perfect the present, condense, In a rapture of rage, for perfection's endowment, Thought and feeling and soul and sense.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.
I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Other heights in other lives, God willing.
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee; All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem; In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea; Breath and bloom, shade and shine,- wonder, wealth, and-how far above them- Truth, that's brighter than gem, Truth, that's purer than pearl,- Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe- all were for me In the kiss of one girl.
Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"
A lion may die of an ass's kick.
Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.
Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.
Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.
I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds All the world's loves in its unworldliness.
All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
Our aspirations are our responsibilities.
This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.
Imperfection means perfection hid.
In God's good time, Which does not always fall on Saturday When the world looks for wages.
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