No rock so hard but a little wave may beat admission in a thousan

Here are cool mosses deep, And thro’ the moss the ivies creep, An

And out of darkness came the hands That reach thro’ nature, mould

A life of nothing’s nothing worth, From that first nothing ere hi

And on her lover’s arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it

Who are wise in love, love most, say least.

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at al

No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not

Whose faith has centre everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to for