Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Sweet is true love, though given in vain.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

The white flower of a blameless life.