Saw Life Steadily And Saw It Whole.

How Many Minds--almost All The Great Ones--were Formed In Secrecy And Solitude!

The Sea Is Calm Tonight. The Tide Is Full, The Moon Lies Fair Upon The Straits;- On The French Coast The Light Gleams And Is Gone; The Cliffs Of England Stand, Glimmering And Vast, Out In The Tranquil Bay.

Thou Waitest For The Spark From Heaven! And We, Light Half-believers In Our Casual Deeds . . . Who Hesitate And Falter Life Away, And Lose Tomorrow The Ground Won Today- Ah, Do Not We, Wanderer, Await It Too?

Resolve To Be Thyself: And Know That He Who Finds Himself, Loses His Misery.

The Bloom Is Gone, And With The Bloom Go I.