Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life.

All things human change.

Nature, red in tooth and claw.