Either sex alone is half itself.

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.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.