Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths.
Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.
Where love could walk with banish'd Hope no more.
One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.