My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me.

O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!

Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.

There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.