A Spring Of Love Gush'd

Often Do The Spirits Stride On Before The Event; And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

The Language Of The Dream/night Is Contrary To That Of Waking/day. It Is A Language Of Images And Sensations, The Various Dialects Of Which Are Far Less Different From Each Other, Than The Various Day-languages Of Nations.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth, And Constancy Lives In Realms Above; And Life Is Thorny, And Youth Is Vain; And To Be Wroth With One We Love Doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best.

Her Lips Were Red, Her Looks Were Free, Her Locks Were Yellow As Gold: Her Skin Was White As Leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-death Was She, Who Thicks Man's Blood With Cold.