The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er

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

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

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.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven A Perfect Round.