But whence, or whither going, they do not understand,
But oh, the little twisty road,
The sweet and lover’s-kiss-ty road,
The secret winding misty road,
That leads to Fairyland!
SONNET
Christ God, Who died for us, now turn Thy face!
Behold not what men do, lest once again
Thou should’st be crucified, and die of pain.
Look not, O Lord, but only of Thy grace