But what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for the light: And with no language but a cry.

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.

And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!

But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.

I sometimes find it half a sin, To put to words the grief i feel, For words like nature,half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?