Fear that makes faith may break faith.

There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.

My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.

In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part.

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.

Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.