Who so loves believes the impossible.
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.
Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.
But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.