Sarah Williams

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles? What, for us, the goddess Pleasure, with her meretricious wiles?

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet.

Is it so, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer most? That the strongest wander farthest, and more hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain, And the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the …