I vex my heart with fancies dim: He still outstript me in the race; It was but unity of place That made me dream I ranked with him And so May place retain us still And he the much-beloved again A lord of large experience, train
To riper growth the mind and will: And what delights can equal those That stir the spirits inner deeps When one that loves but knows not, reaps A truth from one that loves and Knows? (Alfred Lord Tennyson)