1. without

  • Without Her

    What of her glass without her? The blank grey
    There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
    Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
    Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
    Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
    Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
    Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
    And cold forgetfulness...

    Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  • Flowers without Fruit

    Prune thou thy words; the thoughts control
      That o’er thee swell and throng;—
    They will condense within thy soul,
      And change to purpose strong.

    But he who lets his feelings run
      In soft luxurious flow,
    Shrinks when hard service must be done,
      And faints at every woe.

    Faith’s meanest deed more favor bears,
      Where...

    John Henry Newman