The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.

All precious things, discover'd late, To those that seek them issue forth, For love in sequel works with fate, And draws the veil from hidden worth.

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.

We are self-uncertain creatures, and we may Yea, even when we know not, mix our spites And private hates with our defence of Heaven.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.