Of double life to ear and sight,。，Quench recollection of a spacious pure.
With splendour of a silver day,。，
Unless we clasp decay, accept defeat,。，Beauty so breeding beauty, without peer
Thou lead'st to, doth this rebel heart discern,。，So thou for washing a phantasmal air,
Resounded under, heard I these discourse.。，Each life its critic deed reveals;
。，She stands in her unholy oily leer
Of sleep, declare that strife allows short truce;。，Incredible, we echo; and anew
- But your fierce Yes and No of butting heads。，Proof of the closer neighbourhood. Head on,
Some busy thread at whiles would shoot;。，
Thee by acknowledgement enthroned,。，
By cowards shunning strife or strivers tired.。，Stronger impels the motion of my heart.
Or cut our tangles till fair space is won。，The stir in memory seem these things,
Human those Gods were: deathless too:。，Is our lost garden, flower, bird and hive.
。，Sowed by us down the mazy paths behind.
。，Perforce of soul discerned in mind, we hear
And never a corner for serpent sin.。，That martyr of its hour might now
The last of him was heels in air!。，- My sister calls for battle; is it she?
，First words, where down my woodland walk she led,。，And she is blushless: ancient worship weeps.