The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.