Quatrains 8
As from the rising moon a single beam
Of trembling silver sinks through moving walls
Of dim green water, so the immortal dream
Of Love Eternal on the spirit falls.
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Quatrains 5
Nothing is judged according to its size,—
Between the great, the small, Love sets no bar,
And in the violet's purple incense lies
All the immortal wonder of a star.
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