Ah, Love, Let Us Be True To

Men Of Culture Are The True Apostles Of Equality

The Sea Of Faith Was Once, Too, At The Full, And Round Earth's Shore Lay Like The Folds Of A Bright Girdle Furled. But Now I Only Hear Its Melancholy, Long, Withdrawing Roar, Retreating, To The Breath Of The Night-wind, Down The Vast Edges Drear And Naked Shingles Of The World.

Wandering Between Two Worlds, One Dead, The Other Powerless To Be Born.

One Thing Only Has Been Lent To Youth And Age In Common--discontent.

This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims.