I made a song for my dear love’s delight;
I wrought with all sweet words my heart could lend
To longing lips, and thrilled with joy to send
The message only love could read aright.
He came; and while I trembled in his sight,
He kissed my hands and said, “...

From “Bitter Sweet”
THUS is it all over the earth!
  That which we call the fairest,
And prize for its surpassing worth,
            Is always rarest.

Iron is heaped in mountain piles,
  And gluts the laggard forges;
But gold-flakes gleam...