John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His days work and his nights work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.
Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might be Where air might wash and long leaves cover me; Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers, Or where the winds feet shine along the sea.