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.

She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

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

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

For this is England's greatest son, He that gain'd a hundred fights, And never lost an English gun.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.