Till It Has Loved, No Man Or

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers And Went To Sleep. The Day Was Warm, And Winds Were Prosy; I Said: "'t Will Keep." I Woke And Chid My Honest Fingers,— The Gem Was Gone; And Now An Amethyst Remembrance Is All I Own.

A Dominie In Gray-- Put Gently Up The Evening Bars-- And Led The Flock Away

The Sweets Of Pillage Can Be Known To No One But The Thief, Compassion For Integrity Is His Divinest Grief.

Not To Discover Weakness Is The Artifice Of Strength.