My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly worth for this, To waste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips

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.