" FEAR not to be alone, " my lady said,
" Nor care thy heart to centre and confine
On any mortal thing; but be it thine
Alike on good and evil still to shed,
Sunlike, thy nature; so the fountain-head
Of all that is, doth unto each assign
Some portion of the element divine
That liveth, and abroad its glory spread.

" Love that toward thee its answering motion takes,
A thousand-fold shall thy life-current heap,
Whereof already prescience in thee wakes;
A river of the world, that flood shall sweep
With many voices on; full-banked, it makes
Out, far out, to the unimagined deep. "