O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
The shell must break before the bird can fly.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.