Dust by SToa Lyrics

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)