God measures souls by their capacity Love, the Musician A Friendship . . I remember the only wise thing I ever did. All true, deep feeling purifies the heart. Sonnet, "If it be true that any beauteous thing" - Going to Church . . With my love this knowledge too was given V. PAGE A weak white girl So these lives that had run thus far in separate channels Marriage Happy, happier far than thou 98 For there are two heavens, sweet On a Cyclamen . From "The Hanging of the Crane" 102 102 103 And in that twilight hush, God drew their hearts 106 O lady, there be many things. I know myself the Best Beloved of All He sang out of his soul what he found there Love is not to be reasoned down or lost It is n't the thing you do, dear. Her fittest triumph is to show that good XIII. Not to be with you, not to see your face. O friend! O best of friends! Thy absence more. 156 157 |