As the husband is, the wife is.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

Attain the unattainable.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thoughts; Which he may read that binds the sheaf, Or builds the house, or digs the grave, And those wild eyes that watch the waves In roarings round the coral reef.