Truth Is Truth Howe'er It Strike.

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

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

From The Sprinkled Isles, Lily On Lily, That O'erlace The Sea.

So, Fall Asleep Love, Loved By Me... For I Know Love, I Am Loved By Thee.

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