My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.

Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.

Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.

I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

And I smiled to think God's greatness flowed around our incompleteness; Round our restlessness, His rest.