Account as wood, brick, stone, this ring
Of the rueful neighbours, and--forth to thee!





PROLOGUE TO _LA SAISIAZ_

1878


I

Good, to forgive;
Best, to forget!
Living, we fret;
Dying, we live.
Fretless and free,
Soul, clap thy pinion!
Earth have dominion,
Body, o'er thee!


II

Wander at will,
Day after day,--
Wander away,
Wandering still--