I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.