I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.