The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

The white flower of a blameless life.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.