A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

What's Come To Perfection Perishes. Things Learned On Earth We Shall Practice In Heaven; Works Done Least Rapidly Art Most Cherishes.

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There.

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.