If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far. - Robert Browning

What if all's appearance? Is not outside seeming real as substance inside? Both are facts, so leave me dreaming.

Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!"

Now dumb is he who waked the world to speak, And voiceless hangs the world beside his bier, Our words are sobs, our cry or praise a tear: We are the smitten mortal, we the weak. We see a spirit on earth's loftiest peak Shine, and wing hence the way he makes more clear: See a great Tree of Life that never sere Dropped leaf for aught that age or storms might wreak; Such ending is not death: such living shows What wide illumination brightness sheds From one big heart, — to conquer man's old foes: The coward, and the tyrant, and the force Of all those weedy monsters raising heads When Song is muck from springs of turbid source. — G EORGE M EREDITH.