For to articulate sweet sounds together Is to work harder than all these, and yet Be thought an idler by the noisy set Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen The martyrs call the world.

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.

I bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

... Let the cage bird and the cage bird mate and the wild bird mate in the wild.