Who is wise in love, love most, say least.
And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.
I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.
As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwhere.
He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.