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

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

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

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