Nature, red in tooth and claw.

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

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.