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.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

Change lays not her hand upon truth.

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.