Stung By The Splendour Of A Sudden

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

When A Man's Busy, Why Leisure Strikes Him As Wonderful Pleasure: 'faith, And At Leisure Once Is He? Straightway He Wants To Be Busy.

The Ultimate, Angels' Law, Indulging Every Instinct Of The Soul There Where Law, Life, Joy, Impulse Are One Thing!

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

God Is The Perfect Poet, Who In His Person Acts His Own Creations.