That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

What's The Earth With All Its Art, Verse, Music, Worth — Compared With Love, Found, Gained, And Kept?

Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant Youth's Heritage.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.

Lofty Designs Must Close In Like Effects.