Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

Warm are the still and lucky miles, White shores of longing stretch away, A light of recognition fills The whole great day, and bright The tiny world of lovers' arms. Silence invades the breathing wood Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep, Now greenly falls the learned shade Across the sleeping brows And stirs their secret to a smile. Restored! Returned! The lost are borne On seas of shipwreck home at last: See! In a fire of praising burns The dry dumb past, and we Our life-day long shall part no more.

Courses in prosody, rhetoric and comparative philology would be required of all students, and every student would have to select three courses out of courses in mathematics, natural history, geology, meteorology, archaeology, mythology, liturgics, cooking.

In addition to English, at least one ancient language, probably Greek or Hebrew, and two modern languages would be required.

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.