“Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...”

“There is a Hand to turn the time,Though thy Glass today be run,Till the Light hath brought the Towers lowFind the last poor Preterite one . . .Till the Riders sleep by ev'ry road,All through our crippl'd Zone,With a face in ev'ry MountainsideAnd a Soul in ev'ry stoneNow Everybody -”

“And ev'ry tear you cry's a smile you ain't never gon' get back.”

“The stops point out, with truth, the time of pauseA sentence doth require at ev'ry clause.t ev'ry comma, stop while one you count;At semicolon, two is the amount;A colon doth require the time of three;The period four, as learned men agree.”

“To HeraO Royal Hera of majestic mien, aerial-form'd, divine, Zeus' blessed queen,Thron'd in the bosom of cærulean air, the race of mortals is thy constant care.The cooling gales thy pow'r alone inspires, which nourish life, which ev'ry life desires.Mother of clouds and winds, from thee alone producing all things, mortal life is known:All natures share thy temp'rament divine, and universal sway alone is thine.With founding blasts of wind, the swelling sea and rolling rivers roar, when shook by thee.Come, blessed Goddess, fam'd almighty queen, with aspect kind, rejoicing and serene.”

“When We Two PartedWhen we two partedIn silence and tears,Half broken-heartedTo sever for years,Pale grew thy cheek and cold,Colder thy kiss;Truly that hour foretoldSorrow to this.The dew of the morningSunk chill on my brow—It felt like the warningOf what I feel now.Thy vows are all broken,And light is thy fame:I hear thy name spoken,And share in its shame.They name thee before me,A knell to mine ear;A shudder comes o'er me—Why wert thou so dear?They know not I knew thee,Who knew thee too well:Long, long shall I rue thee,Too deeply to tell.In secret we met—In silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.”