Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

Oh who can tell the range of joy or set the bounds of beauty?

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

Life is but thought.

Life has loveliness to sell, all beautiful and splendid things, blue waves whitened on a cliff, soaring fire that sways and sings, and children's faces looking up, holding wonder like a cup.