Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.

O last regret, regret can die!

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

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.

Though thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.

Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.