True knowledge comes only through suffering - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

XI
I sang his name instead of song;
Over and over I sang his name:
Backward and forward I sang it along,
With my sweetest notes, it was still the same!
I sang it low, that the slave-girls near
Might never guess, from what they could hear,
That all the song was a name.

God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.