There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.