truth.

STROKE a flint, and there is nothing

to admire :

Strike a flint, and forthwith flash

out sparks of fire. Before 1894.

That I may fly away

To hear the singers at their song,
And players at their play.'

'Put on your crown of wind-flowers:
But whither would you go?'
'Beyond the surging of the sea
And the storms that blow.'