IF days were arches leading down to you,

If nights were portals opening one by one

On some far meeting with the shape of you,

O bounteous earth, no as kings more ; for I have done.

Yet even niggard earth can sunder less,

Should worse befall : your words my heart obeys ;

The dust of that fools' pathway I could bless

For a dream untroubled by the stars' indifferent gaze