Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.

Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!