He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their ki… - Eleanor Farjeon

Love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.

Dropt tears have hastened your decay And brought you one step nigher death; And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved, The music of Love's golden breath And seen the light in eyes that loved. You think you hold the core and kernel Of all the world beneath your crust, Old dial? But when you lie in dust, This vine will bloom, strong, green, and proved. Love is eternal.

From the blood of Medusa Pegasus sprang. His hoof of heaven Like melody rang.

In Arcady there lies a crystal spring Ring'd all about with green melodious reeds Swaying seal'd music up and down the wind. Here on its time-defaced pedestal The image of a half-forgotten God Crumbles to its complete oblivion.