Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
God and Nature met in light.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.