England Is Safe, If True Within Itself.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me

Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.