Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

Fairy Damsels Met In Forest Wide / By Knights Of Logres, Or Of Lyones, / Lancelot Or Pelleas, Or Pellenore.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.

All Seemed Well Pleased, All Seemed, But Were Not All.

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye, While The Bee With Honied Thigh, That At Her Flowery Work Doth Sing, And The Waters Murmuring With Such Consort As They Keep, Entice The Dewy-feathered Sleep.

Such Sober Certainty Of Waking Bliss.