Within My Heart Is The

If We Reason, We Would Be Understood; If We Imagine, We Would That The Airy Children Of Our Brain Were Born Anew Within Another's; If We Feel, We Would That Another's Nerves Should Vibrate To Our Own, That The Beams Of Their Eyes Should Kindle At Once And Mix And Melt Into Our Own, That Lips Of Motionless Ice Should Not Reply To Lips Quivering And Burning With The Heart's Best Blood. This Is Love.

Alas! I Have Nor Hope Nor Health, Nor Peace Within Nor Calm Around, Nor That Content Surpassing Wealth The Sage In Meditation Found.

We Know Not What We Do When We Speak Words.

When The Power Of Imparting Joy Is Equal To The Will, The Human Soul Requires No Other Heaven.

Life, Like A Dome Of Many-coloured Glass, Stains The White Radiance Of Eternity.