Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!