Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

What's a man's age? He must hurry more, that's all; Cram in a day, what his youth took a year to hold.

Inscribe all human effort with one word, artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete!

Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.