Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

As the husband is, the wife is.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

The last great Englishman is low.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.