A man in armor is his armor's slave.

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.

Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.