In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former Name Is Heard No More In Heaven.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

Iris All Hues, Roses, And Jessamine Reared High Their Flourished Heads Between, And Wrought Mosaic; Underfoot The Violet, Crocus, And Hyacinth With Rich Inlay Broidered The Ground, More Coloured Than With Stone Of Costliest Emblem: Other Creature Here Beast, Bird, Insect, Or Worm Durst Enter None; Such Was Their Awe Of Man.

(that Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind) To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days; But The Fair Guerdon When We Hope To Find, And Think To Burst Out Into Sudden Blaze, Comes The Blind Fury With Th' Abhorred Shears And Slits The Thin-spun Life.