Genius, that power that dazzles mortal eyes,
Is oft but perseverance in disguise.

Genius is divine perseverance. Genius I cannot claim nor even extra brightness but perseverance all can have.

True genius sees with the eyes of a child and thinks with the brain of a genie

Doctor my eyes, they can not see the sky.
Is this the prize for having learned now not to cry?

The ladies of St James's!They're painted to the eyes,Their white it stays for ever,Their red it never dies:But Phyllida, my Phyllida!Her colour comes and goes;It trembles to a lily,It wavers to a rose.

The ladies of St James's!
They're painted to the eyes,
Their white it stays for ever,
Their red it never dies:
But Phyllida, my Phyllida!
Her colour comes and goes;
It trembles to a lily,
It wavers to a rose.