I MOVE amid your throng, I watch you hold Converse with many who are noble and fair, Yourself the noblest and the fairest there, Reigning supreme, crowned with that living gold. I talk with men whose names have been enrolled In England's book of honour; and I share With these @3one@1 honour -- your regard; and wear Your friendship as a jewel of worth untold. And then I go from out your sphered light Into a world that still seems full of You. I know the stars are yonder, that possess Their ancient seats, heedless what mortals do; But I behold in all the range of Night Only the splendour of your loveliness. |