But How Carve Way I'

Sappho Survives, Because We Sing Her Songs; And Eschylus, Because We Read His Plays!

If Two Lives Join, There Is Oft A Scar. They Are One And One, With A Shadowy Third; One Near One Is Too Far.

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

Truth Is Within Ourselves. There Is An Inmost Center In Us All, Where The Truth Abides In Fullness.

This Could But Have Happened Once,- And We Missed It, Lost It Forever.