Renascence: A Book of Verse

by Walter Crane

As unto day doth cleave his silent wife—

Sower and reaper in the self-same field—

Twin spirits folded in immortal strife.

XCVI

There good and ill, brothers and bitter foes,

Do strike the balance of man’s joys and woes;

And in the traffic of the world’s exchange

Oft ill as good, and good as evil goes:

XCVII