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

Fear that makes faith may break faith.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.

Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal; Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.

There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.

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