Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

The bells they sound on Bredon, And still the steeples hum. "Come all to church, good people"- Oh, noisy bells, be dumb; I hear you, I will come.

Earth and high heaven are fixed of old and founded strong.

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.