And I said, "The holy solitude
Of the hoary crypt and the wild green wood
"Are one to the God I have never known,
Whose kingdom has neither bourn nor throne."
V
Now I am old, and the years delay;
But I know, I know, there will come a day,—
When April is over the Norland town.
And the loosened brooks from the hills go down,
When tears have quenched the sorrow of time,—