Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.

A simple maiden in her flower, Is worth a hundred coats of arms.

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.

The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.