The days darken round me and the years,/ Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

Time [is] flowing in the middle of the night.

The gardener Adam and his wife/ Smile at the claims of long descent.

When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.

The greater the man the greater the courtesy.

And is there any moral shut/ Within the bosom of the rose?

The vow that binds too quickly snaps itself.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.

...For the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies.

And on her lover's arm she leant, And round her waist she felt it fold, And far across the hills they went In that new world which is the old.