As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

Trust me not at all, or all in all.

And 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.

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

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

As the husband is, the wife is.