What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.

And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?

I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel For words, like nature, half reveal And half conceal the soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain A use measured language lie's The sad mechanic exercise Like dull narcotic's, numbing pain In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er Like coarsest clothes against the cold But large grief which these enfold Is given in outline and no more.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.