Who keeps the keys of all the creeds.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 2.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought
Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
In Memoriam. xxiii. Stanza 4.
'T is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.[632:3]
In Memoriam. xxvii. Stanza 4.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
In Memoriam. xxxii. Stanza 1.