His nights, his days, moves with him to one goal,
Stays all the fair young planet in her hands--
If she be small, slight-natured, miserable,
How shall men grow?

_From "The Princess."_

Love took up the glass of Time, and turned it in his glowing hands:
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

_From "Locksley Hall."_

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new,
That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do.

_From "Locksley Hall."_

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.

_From "Locksley Hall."_

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

* * * * *

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark.

_From "Crossing the Bar."_

O love! O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

_From "Fatima."_

God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.

* * * * *

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.

_From poem "To J.S."_

That tower of strength
Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew.

_From "Ode on the Death of the Duke of Wellington."_

The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

_From "The Passing of Arthur."_

Howe'er it be, it seems to me
'T is only noble to be good;
Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood.

_From "Lady Clara Vere de Vere."_

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies;
A lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright;
But a lie which is part a truth is a harde