The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.

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.

Despair the twin-born of devotion.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

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

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

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.