Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

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

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

I do what many dream of, all their lives