Drink to lofty hopes that cool -/ Visions of a perfect State.

O love, O fire! once he drewWith one long kiss my whole soul throughMy lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?