I.— The Impossibility.

By Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

Lo, love's obey'd by all.‘ Tis right

That all should know what they obey,

Lest erring conscience damp delight,

And folly laugh our joys away.

Thou Primal Love, who grantest wings

And voices to the woodland birds,

Grant me the power of saying things

Too simple and too sweet for words!