Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

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

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

What rights are those that dare not resist for them?

I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.

Old men must die, or the world would grow mouldy, would only breed the past again.