--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into his ken.

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

A hope beyond the shadow of a dream.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

I always made an awkward bow.