A day may sink or save a realm.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? ...Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? ‘The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.’ - Tithonus

I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.