Richard Monckton Milnes, 1st Baron Houghton

Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving? Over the sea. Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving? All that love me!

They who have steeped their souls in prayer Can every anguish calmly bear.

Mohammed’s truth lay in a holy Book, Christ’s in a sacred Life.

A poet’s Mistress is a hallowed thing.

Heaven was not Heaven if Phaon was not there.

Oh glory, that we wrestle So valiantly with Time!

The hills of manhood wear a noble face When seen from far; The mist of light from which they take their grace Hides what they are.

The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard.

I wandered by the brookside, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still.

A man’s best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet.

Great thoughts, great feelings came to them, Like instincts, unawares.

But on and up, where Nature’s heart Beats strong amid the hills.