The path by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well… Thro’ four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow… And we with singing cheer’d the way,

Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again, And howlest, issuing out of night, With blasts that blow the poplar white, And lash with storm the streaming pane? Day, when my crown’d estate begun

That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the kn… Told, when the man was no more than a vo… In the white winter of his age, to those With whom he dwelt, new faces, other min…

Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade;

So all day long the noise of battle roll… Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur’s table, man by man, Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lor… King Arthur: then, because his wound wa…

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing… Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying.

The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife,