Memory is a strange Bell—Jubilee, and Knell.

Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.

If Aims impel these Astral Ones The ones allowed to know Know that which makes them as forgot As Dawn forgets them now

The hearts that never lean must fall.

A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

Truth - is as old as God-.

The Crime, from us, is hidden, [though] he is presumed to know.