Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.
Alfred Lord TennysonAnd o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
Alfred Lord TennysonAnd 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.
Alfred Lord Tennyson