Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

As the husband is, the wife is.

This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.

From yon blue heaven above us bent, The grand old gardener and his wife Smile at the claims of long descent.

To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.

I am a part of all that I have met.