Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last. |
She has heard a whisper say,/ A curse is on her if she stay/ To look down to Camelot. |
Sin is too stupid to see beyond itself. |
Sink me the ship, Master Gunner - sink her, split her in twain!/ Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain! |
Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep. |
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death,/ Nor can I dream of thee as dead. |
So all day long the noise of battle rolled/ Among the mountains by the winter sea. |
So careful of the type she seems,/ So careless of the single life. |
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be. |
So, friend, when I first looked upon your face, our thoughts gave answer each to each. Opposed mirrors each reflecting each, although I knew not in what time or place, methought that I had often met with you, and each had lived in other's mind and speech. |
Someone had blundered:/ Theirs not to make reply,/ Theirs not to reason why,/ Theirs but to do and die. |
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love. |
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea |
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,/ Tears from the depth of some divine despair. |
Tears, idle tears,/I know not what they mean,/ Tears from the depth of some divine despair,/ Rise in the heart and gather in the eyes,/ In looking on the happy autumn fields,/ And thinking of the days that are no more. |