Dust — Stoa

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