And what delights can equal those That stir the spirit's inner deeps, When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and knows?

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

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

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

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.

A beam in darkness: let it grow.