Book Fifth

“This was the measure of my soul’s delight;

It had no power of joy to fly by day,

Nor part in the large lordship of the light;

But in a secret moon-beholden way

Had all its will of dreams and pleasant night,

And all the love and life that sleepers may.

“But such life’s triumph as men waking may

It might not have to feed its faint delight.”