I have led her home, my love, my only friend. There is none like her, none, And never yet so warmly ran my blood, And sweetly, on and on Calming itself to the long-wished for end, Full to the banks, close on the prom- ised good.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

Love is the only gold.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.