The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. - William Blake

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

If you trap the moment before it's ripe,
The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe;
But if once you let the ripe moment go
You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.