I Judge People By What They Might

Outside Are The Storms And Strangers: We — Oh, Close, Safe, Warm Sleep I And She, — I And She!

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

Desire Joy And Thank God For It. Renounce It, If Need Be, For Other's Sake. That's Joy Beyond Joy.

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

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.