Bright and fierce and fickle is the South,/ And dark and true and tender is the North.

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

She saw the snowy poles of moonless Mars, That marvellous round of milky light Below Orion, and those double stars Whereof the one more bright

Is circled by the other

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.