“Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.”

“O what made fatuous sunbeams toilTo break earth's sleep at all?”

“I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight; Heard music in the silentness of duty; Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.”

“But the old man would not so, but slew his son,And half the seed of Europe, one by one.”

“These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.”

“Behold,A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.But the old man would not so, but slew his son,And half the seed of Europe, one by one”

“Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout"I see your lights!" But ours had long died out.”