Last Lines of Jean Ingelow
A netted halcyon bird to sing of rest.All the world is waiting. Come!And rest kind Roger's bride.And the old stars lived in their homes on high.Down the dell she's coming -- coming, coming with me.Lay the foundations for one island more.Love, now the children slumber, I come out to thee.Love's worth is love.Might here come forth to us with bread and wine.Never to want, never to wish for thee!Our only greatness is that we aspire.Sewing the long white seam.Signing the Will that leaves it to an heir.Then the gate closed and she awoke content.Though watched of the divine Hesperides.When his new world rose from the charmed deep.When nobody's nigh to hear.Who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.Would this remain, -- to live, as though they were.