Lyrics:

I vex my heart with fancies dim:

He still outstript me in the race;

It was but unity of place

That made me dream I ranked with him.



And so May place retain us still,

And he the much-beloved again,

A lord of large experience, train

To riper growth the mind and will:



And what delights can equal those

That stir the spirits inner deeps,

When one that loves but knows not, reaps

A truth from one that loves and

knows?



[Alfred Lord Tennyson]