And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
But hail thou Goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy, Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue.
The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.
Next to love, Sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart.
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.
Forgiveness is the divinest of victories.